I could feel myself starting to sweat because I knew the other kids were judging me. The other two boys that were in my group laughed and said “Do you even know how to read?” At that very instant I knew that I would never get better at reading and I was always going to be the odd one out at school. I was afraid of going back to school after what happened to me on the first week of this new school. Mrs. Hattershide (my teacher) said that I would have to be in another class to get extra help with reading and writing until I was told I didn’t need it anymore. This “extra class” was called an IEP, which means Individuated Education Program.
This shows that I was very shy too when I was in high school, very afraid to talk to anyone unless they approaches me. This shows that I am very similar to Rue from the book The Hunger Game. Works Cited The Hunger Game
It was the last period and we were assigned a project that was due at the end of class. We also were paired into groups and lucky for me, I didn’t know anyone. During the course of the class my group attempted to stay focus, but thanks to the luck of the draw we messed around and nearly finished the project. “Shot,” I whispered, with all are brain power we managed to finish, but unfortunately my email couldn’t send the email to the teacher. We all started to panick, and worst of all the blame was being put on me.
My teacher tried to helped me about my writing, reading, and grammars. However, it failed misery. I failed so bad for the whole year. My teacher realized that I didn’t do so well in the class so she decided to let me redo all my old assignments. I redo all assignments and managed to pass the class with a
I was devastated until I realized that this was a learning experience for the both of us. In reality, I never realized there was an issue with our friendship until it was too late. During her twelfth grade year, she began to change. She was dealing with some things such as depression, which I was blind to. I didn’t know how to help her through this difficult point in her life, which made me feel like a horrible best friend.
I was able to make friends but in the 7th grade I became depressed and I wouldn’t go to school as often as I should have. Only two friends showed concern for me and I told them what was happening. They helped me get better but after a while they stopped talking to me. A couple weeks before 8th grade I started to feel better, but none of my friends wanted to be friends with me anymore because they thought I was weird for being depressed for so long. This made it hard for me to make friends until high school.
I remember in middle school, I had the habit of looking at my reflection and thinking about the things I was not capable of doing. To the world, I was just a mere lifeless girl and this led me to think so too. The feeling of not being good enough or being pretty enough possessed my mind every second of the day and the desire of being loved was all I ever thought of. There was no one to communicate with and express my secret feelings to because the words “friendship” and “commitment” were not a part of my dictionary. Every morning, before going to school, I would usually find myself in deliberation about how the day might be different from the days before even if there was a slight chance of it happening.
I wish there was a way that we can detect a good friend from a bad friend before all the hurt and confusion. So many people have been through many friendships throughout high school, but only a few have actually made it to college with their best friends. I thought I had the best best friend in high school, but that all changed once we started to mature. It all began one day at Baker High, my best friend, Natalie, gave me the cold shoulder and stopped talking to me the whole class period. I tried writing her notes, making her laugh, and even helping her with her work but nothing changed.
However, the experience that I went through between the period of my high school and community college has totally changed my life. I used to living in Oakland and went school there. When I was a freshman in high school, I did not realize how important education is, plus the pressure that added on me from my parents and the environment that surrounds me, I did not wanted to be serious about school at all. My parents always wanted me to take my time to study and telling me the importance of education, but I believed that people can become successful without education. Therefore, under the ordering of my rebellious heart, I started skipping classes and became lazy about school.
The time that my academic life change forever was when I was in middle school that was when it all changed. When I was in elementary I was one of the students who never did very well in my classes. I was always loosing focus on what the teacher was teaching my attention spam was very short. Once second I could be paying attention to the teacher the next thing you know I am looking all over the room. Even a simple sound that wouldn’t catch the attention of other people would distract me.