Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.
I also feared that I would not be able to get into the university I wanted. My parents sacrificed a lot for me so I hope to get a decent job and support them later in the future. Upon seeing the F’s and my low GPA, my mom was disappointed in me because I’ve always tried my best in school; but not this time. In order to bounce back from this fiasco, I retook the class
I was very depressed during that time so I stayed home all day and listen to music while doing homework to relax my anger at what my parents had done to me to be forced to leave my best friends. After I had stayed in Eagle Rock high for months, there have been so many clubs to join yet I did not join any of them because I felt that I did not adapt to the school environment enough yet to be able meet new people in my high school. After my second semester ... ... middle of paper ... ...tainly cope with our feelings in many ways because it can make you become a better person the way the artist describes people in society. For example, lyrics has real meanings behind the music, it’s just not about the remedy and harmony because music has its own soul that would help people with their personality. Music is the key to understanding other peoples’ lives because they might have the same life experience as you.
For some reason, once I got to high school, I stopped caring about being organized and my motivation dropped the second I walked through those doors. Even as a freshman, I found it hard to concentrate in certain classes because I did not want to be there. I got my first C my freshman year to ruin any chance of a 4.0 GPA. My sophomore year, I missed a lot of school due to an ACL, injury and it was hard to come back and catch up on all my work. On the bright side, sophomore year 's homework wasn 't as vigorous as senior year.
At a certain point in time everyone will experience failure. Learning from your mistakes and getting over an event is the key to conquering failure. Whenever someone encounters an event that doesn’t go their way, that particular person will likely want to give up. My freshman year in highschool was the worst year I had in high school, my grades were sloppy, I wasn’t engaged in school, and I was completely lost in my classes, learning wise. The most disappointing aspect about freshman year were my grades, I received a bunch of D’s and F’s.
Education Argument As I started to advance into my high school education, I noticed that my attitude about school and grades was not going to get me anywhere. I went to school and goofed off with my friends and did enough work to get a decent 70 on my work and go home. I had no “active responsibility”, as Freire would say, because I didn’t have anything to motivate me to want to do well. It all changed when I started high school at Bear Grass Charter School. Bear Grass had just reopened as a charter school my freshman year.
I took ELD courses up until my junior year in high school. Most of my friends tested out, so they would tease me for not testing out and receiving an “F” in the course. At the time, I reject the dominant culture for not accepting me as a Mexican-American. In fact, being in ELD courses made me feel less American. I still struggle with reading and writing both in English and Spanish because I am stuck in between two cultures.
I needed a little time to adapt to high school before I could improve my grades. During this time, my parents became upset because I brought home a report card that was not as good as they were expecting. Then I really noticed the pressure getting higher and higher. I did not only notice this with me, but I noticed this with many of my friends. I heard phrases like “My parents are going to kill me” and “I'm going to be grounded for 10 years” many times so when the opportunity to do research on this came up, I chose this as my subject.
I remember the teacher calling my parents one day to set up a conference about what strategies they could use at school and home to help me grasp the contents of both reading and writing. At that point I was then diagnosed with a learning disability in both reading and writing as well as mathematics. At the end of my first grade year the teacher and principal advised my parent to hold me back into the first grade or otherwise I would fail the second grade due to lack of reading and writing skills, So like most caring parents would do, mine chose to hold me back to see if I would improve on reading as well as writing. It was extremely hard for me because at this age I was being made fun of for not being like the other students. My second year in the first grade began, my new teacher had set me up with a resource
I struggled on my first exam because I was always thinking about what my parents would do if I failed an exam. I did poorly on the first exam and my parents insisted on a parent-teacher conference. I was so embarrassed to see the teacher with my parents. During the conference I felt like a failure for not passing the first exam. My parents kept pushing my teacher to give me some sort of extra credit to help with my grade.