Last semester was a wake up call. I thought I would do exceptionally well like always in high school, but I was sadly mistaken. Last semester was my transition semester. I can now say that last semester has by far been the hardest and most challenging semester of my life, and I just barley survived. I just narrowly passed my math and science classes, but upon a tremendous amount of reflection over the Christmas break of my academic challenges and achievements I know what I did wrong, and now know how to fix my mistakes, and I am now in the current phase of bettering myself as a student.
Sitting in first period on the first day of my junior year, the teacher is giving the class a lecture on the real world outside of high school he explained that you have to actually put forth effort to achieve something that you desire. In the past year of high school, I put forth hardly any effort, still managing to pass, but not happy with the grades and realizing that what this teacher was saying might be true. After the first day of junior year I began to apply myself and one year later, sitting in all college classes preparing to achieve these goals once again made me realize this was the academic turning point in my life. Since first grade, school had always come easy to me, but as high school started to progress, it became harder and
It was important that I go to a good university or I won’t be able to get a good job when I graduated. Even though, I didn’t rank as high as I was in middle school, I was doing well enough on my exams; my counselor and teachers told me that I might be able to go to any universities of my choosing. I was very relieved and satisfied with myself; this was my life goal after all. The life of a high schooler was much harder and more completed than a middle schooler. I had to study every day to keep up with the amount of materials that were given out in class—they were much deeper and complicated.
At first I thought I wanted to be a historian, but now I want to teach history to teenagers. I want these young adults to learn, appreciate, respect, and understand that history is a very interesting subject. Today in most high schools the teacher lectures in a monotone voice straight from the book about the chapter the class is on. When the lecture for that chapter is over most classes will do a worksheet where they look up the answers in the book. Then they turn it in for an easy 100 and usually don’t retain any of the knowledge.
This semester was a headache because I was going through the transition from high school to college. I was learning new things and I lacked the traits a college students needs to have in order to do well. I know now that my next semester will defiantly go smoothly, because I now believe I have the traits a college student should contain thanks to my Professors!
Growing up each kid is told how much hard the next level of education is, but as I look back I realize that it is harder but you don’t stress out any more than you did the previous year. I think back to my freshman year finals and how much I freaked out over them and compare that to now and I actually stress out less now that I am older. Throughout the years my different classes have taught be how to pick my battles, if Figgs’ chemistry class I learned that homework, even if it doesn’t count as very many points, is good to do that way you are more prepared for the test. Then, in calculus and honors trigonometry I learned a contradictory lesson that is equally as important, sometimes it is ok to take an F on an assignment if you have something that could potentially be more destructive to another grade. This is where picking your battles comes into play.
English class in high school used to be one of the classes I dreaded the most. From discussions to numerous essays that we were required to participate in, I disliked it all. Don’t get me wrong, the subject of English itself is something that I enjoy--the teachers however are a different story. I would have to say that my first semester of college English was a major turning point for my love-hate relationship of this class. Over these few months I have grown as a writer and learned new and useful skills for the future.
High school. I never realized it would bring so many changes. As I walked on to campus my freshman year, my mindset was the same as it was in eighth grade; the young are invincible. And although I was excited to come to high school I had many fears. Would the classes be too hard, would I make new friends, what could I become involved in, and most of all -- what if I get lost?
So in eighth grade when my english teacher said I could try to get into level four english, and I got in, I was extremely surprised. Being able to watch myself grow specifically in English is a great thing. Now even knowing I have already been growing in this past quarter I am even more excited to spend the rest of the year with you. This past quarter I had the most issues with exams a tests. My first test I failed even when I worked exteremely hard on taking notes while I was reading and studying alot before the test.
"Yeah right," but I still decided to register for American Lit.anyway. Well, the school year finally ended, and I wasn’t too happy for next year’s school year to begin. "I mean, American Lit. was going to be boring with all the reading, not to mention all the writing, too." But I didn’t consider the writing to be a big problem, because I had gotten to be pretty good at it by my junior year, or so I thought.