In the beginning I was very nervous that I would never understand the way elementary math is now taught, but after weeks of learning more about it I feel much better. I would like to voice my opinion to the president of William Penn because I believe that this class needs to be two semesters long instead of one. I am not saying that I am the smartest person, but I am an “A” student and this class has been by far the hardest I have had to take out of five college semesters. Since the common core continues to change, it important as future teachers that we know everything there is to know about the curriculum because if we cannot teach it, what good are we as teachers.
Rejection. A word that I despise; and is something that has happened to me so many times in so many different ways. One of those ways was being rejected from one of my many college choices because my SAT scores did not reach their requirements. “Why apply?” you may ask, although my SAT scores did not meet their requirements, everything else on my application was perfect. I had great grades in high school, I volunteered many times; both inside and outside of school, I always helped around in my school administration whenever help was needed, and I always dedicated a month of my summer just to help my school give out the school books to students and sell the school uniforms.
I guess you could say no one in my family is really outstanding academically. Being bad at reading and writing, (but mostly reading) made me think that I was never going to be successful in my future life. Five years later flew by; in the 7th grade I got taken out of my English class everyday because of my IEP, and my helper teacher helped me with whatever I needed. She read and explaine... ... middle of paper ... ...to him one on one and all he had to say to me was good things. He said, “Evie, you have made a huge progress this year.
No matter how hard I worked, I was “average.” Fast forwarding to junior year, in my honors pre-calculus class I had one of the oldest, most feared teachers in my high school who happened to love both of my brothers. I can remember studying for hours upon hours, night after night just not understanding the material- something did not click and still not doing very well in that class. My father joined in hoping he could help and so together we conquered homework, study sessions, but my tests did not prove any testament to this hard work. So by this point, not only did I feel I was a disappointment to my parents, but I felt I was a disappointment to the teacher who had once loved my family and had hope in the future. My senior year was significantly easier than my junior year, not
There were many reasons I did not do well this year. It was my first time at a public school, the class was large, and the teacher did not explain things very well. I remember how hard it was learning how to factor, when later on in a different math class, I learned how it should not have been difficult. Since I didn’t do well in Algebra 1, it almost set me up for failure for the rest of high school. I never got anything anything less than a C, but grades have always been important to me.
On the bright side, sophomore year 's homework wasn 't as vigorous as senior year. I have found myself not caring too much about my grades this year and missing more school than I ever could have imagined. Although I have faced these struggles, I made better use of my planner when I did miss school. I only used my planner for my senior English class, because it was the class with the most work. Each week, we would take a day to write down our weekly schedule, so even when I missed two weeks of school, I knew what work I missed the day I got back.
Math was always confusing to me no one could really get through to me about how it really worked, my parents even started paying for tutoring at this tutoring place and we stopped because she couldn 't get through to me either. I had one good year in math freshman year I had it all together I was getting A’s and B’s left and right the assistant teacher just knew I knew how to do it. It all just fell apart after that year geometry, I couldn’t handle geometry I always dangled on the edge of a C in that class I needed to keep that up, because my parents would have grounded me for the whole summer if I got a D so I did my best to keep a C. The fist final of the year, it wasn’t easy, but the test we took before we did in groups so I had people who knew what they were doing to help me through it was an easy B which boosted my grade enough to get a C for my final grade in the first semester which saved me from my parents grounding me. It was going pretty bad I had homework assignments that I didn’t do because most nights I would just get a headache and just fall asleep because I didn 't understand how to do it. I still had to do the study guide and the other study guides so I didn’t get it all done, I wasn’t studying and the night before the final I studied as hard as I could because I knew what I needed to get a C so I studied as much as I
Over the years I’ve learned to be proud of myself when it comes to math because it is a hard subject and a B is still excellent. That hasn’t always been the case though. I remember staying after classes in Elementary school to get help from a teacher because I couldn’t get the material. I remember the countless days in my teacher’s classroom going over math trying to wrap my head around something others perceived to be so simple yet so complex in my mind. At a young age, my mindset was “I hate math and math hates me so why do I even try”.
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
Therefore, under the ordering of my rebellious heart, I started skipping classes and became lazy about school. The first two years of high school were still okay, which I still earning grades between A to C, but things soon got worse since I started my junior year. During my junior year of high school, I often skip classes, sleep on class, and don’t even do any of my homework. By the end of the school term, I ended up with failing all six classes and had my GPA way lower than the passing average. I and my parents had a big fight about the grades that I had and the school even had us sat in the parent center to reconcile our problem with a psychologist.