The way that I learn and understand Mathematics will change throughout my middle school career. During 6th grade mathematics was the year that I realized that I was having a difficult time learning and understand math. Since I was only a larva beginning his immature lifestyle who just hatched from a egg from The Dawe Elementary school. I mean thought the math would have become more difficult when I got to high school not middle school. Also during my middle school career I also found out that I was having a difficult time in english, but that’s another story. So to continue with the story, my grades on either testes and/or quizzes in math class were horrible, they would be D’s or F’s. But my grades for both homework and projects were ok, they …show more content…
So now I guess you said that I’ve evolved from a larva to a innocent child. But I’m not saying that my plan that my mom and I came up with isn’t working, it’s just a trial run to see if I’ll actually pass 7th grade and go on to 8th grade. Also come to found that towards the end of 7th grade during 3-4 term, that staying after school wasn’t really working or helping anymore. So one day when my mom picked up after school she asked me “ Hows going after school help going?” I said “ It's going ok, why”. “Well what have you guys been doing lately?” And I said annoyingly “ Just practice problems from the book.” “What, really that it nothing else!?” she said. “ Yeah, really!”. “ Well since you’ve been doing better in math, I guess there’s reason to stay after school anymore if that's all you're doing now!” my mom said. So I did, I stop staying after school, and my grades were still improving towards a solid C_C-. And that’s what I passed 7th grade math with, but I know that I can do better next year. Because I knew that in order to graduate middle school, I needed to pass all my classes including mathematics. So 8th grade was rolling along nicely like a giant ball rolling down the side of a mountain. And I was getting an average of C_B- on my report cards and of course my mom was so proud of me. She would give me a hug and tell me “ I’m so proud of you, you’ve definitely been
It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this.
But of course, the voices of my aunts and uncles were always in the back of my head: "you're not smart" , "you're not trying hard enough", "you're not good enough", "just give up". And the fear of failure would make me nervous when a test was around the corner. I couldn’t ask my parents for help because they weren't literate in English and they were only Spanish speakers. I couldn’t ask my brother he was always playing outside with his friends and I couldn’t ask my cousins because they would only make fun of me and tell their parents. So, there was a time I stopped asking for help. My parents saw my struggle so they signed me up for afterschool tutoring. I didn’t know what to expect, I just hoped I would get the tutoring I need to pass my classes. The tutors were so understanding and they didn’t just have homework tutoring but activities for learning which were fun. They also had books they read to us and they made the big kids read to the little
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
So that idea had totally gone out the window. I was stuck in a hole and nobody could pull me out. Maybe it was a good idea he wasn’t going to let me get switched because my mom didn’t approve neither did my friends. But Tuesday made its way towards me and I got more anxious as the hours increased. I had math in fourth period and it was already the middle of third. I was going to fake sick but I was going to have to make it up anyway, so I chucked it up and decided there was no way I wouldn’t have to take this test. I went into Mr. Anderson’s class got my test and began working. It was just as complex as I thought it would be. It took me the whole class period to complete it. I knew my grade already a big fat F is what was. Wednesday came, and so did fourth period. I knew my grade would drop and I had failed that test. He began passing out the test to review our grades. I got mines last he turned it face down and waited for me to turn it over. I didn’t want to look, so he flipped it over for me. A+, I had an A+ on that test. “Stop worrying so much lil’ girl!” he said. I couldn’t believe it. I did
It was a warm April day and all of the students were let out of school for the day. I went home to finish packing with the help of my parents making sure that I had everything and I wasn 't forgetting. I was excited for a week now to go on the trip to Washington D.C. with the whole 8th grade class for a week.
I’ve learned the rules of the game we call “school”. It has defeated me, I’ve played it twice as harder than anyone else, and I’ve changed it. When I was in the third grade I was held back and became an IEP student, due to my reading level being low. At the time I felt like I was a huge failure not only to myself but also to my family. I didn’t care about becoming an IEP student; I just didn’t want to be in the same grade as my sister. After going through all the paperwork, I started getting the help I desperately need. I had a tutor at school that volunteered her time to help me. I also had a family friend who came to my house to help me. When I was transitioning from Elementary school to Middle school, I began to gain some confidence in myself
6th grade was not a good year. I did very little work in school and was sent home with, most of it. By 7th grade, medication for ADHD started. The medication changed my life. My mother was right, it was focused medication. I was able to do my work in school, teachers began to help me with my work and the kids started liking me. Although I may have been one of the last students to finish my work after everyone else had finished. I took my time, I had patience, and focused. I began to have confidence in myself. I worked hard and as a result got good grades. Because I worked hard. Throughout the rest of middle school, I continued to be the last student who finished my work. It was alright because I began to believe in myself. Eight grade last student to finish class work recited the poem “Somebody Should Have Taught Him”. I was not nervous at all my new-found confidence hand, given me what I needed to do my
One of the biggest low points in 6th grade is when I got a C in math. I was absolutely devastated. I was so mad at myself, I also knew that I could have done better. That c was a big obstacle that I had to overcome. Let's get away from all the ugly bad stuff and talk about something that surprised me back in 6th. In 6th I begged my dad for an airsoft gun and he said that the only way he would let me get one is if I got really good grades. I did not think that I could of done that but sure enough I did. 6th grade was a good year for me I had no bullies or no conflict that I had to deal with at
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
I scored 95% in Mathematics in 10th and 12th grade. In 11th grade, I
The passion I have chosen to do my project on is music because I feel that I am most passionate about band. I also believe that not enough people play a musical instrument. In my project, I will start an instrument drive and collect instruments from people that do not use them. Then, I will give the instruments to schools that do not have a big music program. With my project, it will be hard to get people to donate their instruments that they don’t use
After graduation I plan on going to ASU and receiving my Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Nursing professionals provide care to patients in a variety of settings. Nurses can assess patient health problems and needs. They also administer nursing care to ill, injured, or disabled patients and may advise patients on health maintenance and disease prevention. Some daily duties of a nurse are administering medications, managing intravenous (IV) lines, communicating with doctors, and educating patients and the public on disease management, nutritional plans and medical conditions.
An anonymous author once said, "What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now." Over the course of my school years, it has been an exciting and shocking experience. These experiences have been an enjoyable journey from my elementary to middle school years. However, after several years the end of my middle school adventure is coming to a close. Soon my new journey will start as a freshman. Eight grade will surely be one of my most memorable years. It has been an absolute wonderful one hundred eighty days, and I will miss some of the aspects of eight grade—but certainly not all of it.
It was in the beginning of 2010. I graduated to tenth grade, the senior year of the school. My emotions were driven by both anxiety and exultation. Since the final score in the tenth grade was a yardstick of our knowledge-gained and hard-work done throughout our schooling, all of us were concerned. However, the feeling of freedom after the tenth grade kept us elated. Those memories are quite vivid in my memory.