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.
In high school math teacher let me slip by and let me go even if they didn’t believe in my excuses. In my high school career, I had a few tough teachers, but at the end they always all through because of my charisma. After being babied throughout my whole life I enter the adult phase and it hasn’t been so easy. I always have one motive that I carry on no matter what. The motive of bettering myself and in time is better than my sister since I’m always in her shadow.
I kept slacking off each class because I had to miss what the teachers had said or I didn’t turn in homework or forgot to write my name on the paper. Throughout the years in middle school and high school, many teachers and afterschool tutors noticed that I actively around and couldn’t stay in place very long. I remember one good experience I had in past education was tech theater for last two years of high school. In that class, I could move freely and don’t have to worry about trying to stay in place for 30 minutes. I felt good while working on cutting woods in half, making woods into a box, or made wooden stairs for a play.
I was finally glad my hard work had paid off. However the transition from middle school into high school did not sit well with me and I truly struggled in a few of my classes to the point of my father feeling compelled to help me study. My father was and still is a busy man, but he made time to explain different complicated concepts, come to school to see the midterms and finals I had taken, to then look at and discuss with me what happened. Although I was and am very appreciative of his love and compassion to want me to succeed, I felt worthless. 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 remember we would skip class, skip school and for that reason I failed math! I had to do nigh school my sophomore year, following by lots of test but I have always been a good student not so much with classwork but I was well behaved and teachers liked me because of that. I would
I would often have trouble remembering if we had homework or when it was due. Every year since I can remember, the students have been given a daily planner. In elementary school, I looked at it more as homework because we had to have our parents sign it. In junior high, I used my planner quite a bit, and it helped a lot. 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.
School began interesting for me my last year of high school. School was always important to me, but I never had a passion for it. However, I always put myself in a position to find a passion for school. I never skipped class, I never talked back, and I did my best to stay engaged in every class at all times. A desire to succeed in school did not happen until my final year of high school.
Even basic school tasks, which most would not even consider work, demanded a disproportionately large amount of my attention. This is perfectly exemplified by the simple and frustrating task of writing my name on assignments, a burden that took a laughably long amount of time for me to remember to do. My success in high school can be attributed to my overwhelmingly powerful determination to prove to my friends, family, and myself I could succeed in public school and to the support of fantastic teachers. Many of my teachers accurately identified me as a struggling student who had a difficult time reading and no capacity for school work. They did their best to teach me the curriculum, but they never attempted to encourage me to try for more than a passing grade.
Actually was in the newspaper a couple of times, and on TV as well; things could not get any better than this. But as I finished my high school year, was waiting on the news for my coach to tell me that colleges were looking for me. Later on I got the news, but not the one I was looking for, my coach told me that none of the colleges wanted me because of my SAT scores. Listening to that killed me inside, thought that all of my work was for
As a future director dedicated to inclusiveness offering my personal experiences and my attained knowledge to my future students in order to encourage students with their goals in life. My support of students in earning an education will lead to more auspicious fortunes which will influence the rising generation. My dream job would be opening a center focusing on research on retention and graduation rate of colleges and universities in the United States and globally. I will like to pursue a Ph.D. in a few years so allowing the ability to move up in the student affairs profession. I will like to be a Dean of Academic Affairs someday.