Something that a student would never like to hear, is being told that they are going to repeat the same grade, again. I have gotten this news in the 8th grade, I had failed the final exam to more on, to high school within the regular school year but, then going to summer school and retaking, English class, and retaken the final English exam again. Still failed it, which was horrifying. Going to the last, day of summer school to find out my result. To find out if I passed and moving on to high school.
Although I think I can become a growth mindset before I graduated from Porterville College because I will face any struggle and prove to those who doubt me that I wouldn’t become a student growth mindset. When you enter middle school it starts what type of student wanted to be an I chose the wrong route became a fixed mindset? I was never interested in school because of English class. When I took English in middle school, I had no idea what I was doing for one bit, so I told myself that school was not for me. My English teacher put me down, saying I would fail the class and took the grade of D I was happy with that grade.
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 knew about the move ever since the summer, so since then I got in contact with the IB coordinator from La Quinta High School. She told me that, of course I could take IB courses, however, I would not be able to receive either a certificate or a diploma. I was at La Quinta for a week, until I realized that I had thrown away a stressful year of IB. I convinced my parents that I had to return to San Jacinto so I could finish what I had started. This impacted my grades to decrease, and I had to make up all the work I missed on.
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
Then I question why I had got a bad grade because according to my believes I had done a good job on the essay. She then told me because I did not send it to her properly and she could not open it. So I resend it and instead of checking to make sure she could open it. I forgot to check. Two weeks later I check my email and I saw a message form my teacher saying it was not acceptable that she had given me time to turn it in and I had not.
I think that quote applies to me because I had to forget what I was taught growing up. And, what I was left with is my diploma and education, but more so, wisdom. I'm up here tonight because some people in this community opened up their ears, hearts, and homes to me. I was struggling when I first came to County High. I had failed seventh grade, actually I passed with 'F's" but my mom held me back.
After deciding I would stay in school until I graduated, I realized that hard work and perseverance will get a person where they want to be. I was in the midst of my second semester in high school in my sophomore year. It was already the last of days of March. My teacher was giving out the student report cards. After getting my report card, I took a deep breath because I was certain I was failing most of my classes.
My perception as a child was that the adults were already giving up on me. The teacher stated if I could learn the alphabet by the end of the school year I could continue ahead to the 1st grade. The conclusion of Kindergarten was vastly approaching. My mother constructed flash cards to help with my letter recognition. In doing so, she realized I could not see the letters.
The next thing that I did was tried to re enrolled in school. I was dropped that school year for missing too many days. I decided going to school wasn’t nearly as important as getting a few extra hours of sleep. I gave up. Even after pleading with counselors and telling them my situation, the school wouldn’t let me start in the middle of the year.