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.
At about halfway through the semester, I began to get ugly looks from people I used to call friends back in elementary. As a child, I was naive towards the way humankind thought, so when my classmates started to criticize me for having a desire to obtain new knowledge, I was confused. Not sure if to continue my studies, or stop being a good student. I decided to only do the least required amount of work to pass the class. I began to understand that all the name calling and cursing was directed towards me.
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. After the talk between my parent, the psychologist, and me, my parents seems changed, they don’t restrain me anymore like before. Even though I still thought that education is not important, but I started working hard to make up all the classes that I failed to get my high school diploma because I realized the hope that they put on me and I don’t want them to be disappointed again. During my senior year of high school, I did not only take six classes, but also working on a program called Cyber High to retake all my failed classes with high grades, and also take extra class to average up my GPA in order to meet graduate requirements.
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.
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
My personal opinion is from a personal experience. My parents gave the school the right to spank me and trust me that was enough of a threat to me! I knew that I had to behave or I would get a spanking at school, and again once I got home from my mom and dad. If a teacher ever said to me, “you’re getting time out or you’re getting a mark in your folder,” that did nothing for me, but... ... middle of paper ... ... I was in school I remember going to Fine Arts and these classes being ones that gave me a much welcomed challenged and it was also a pleasant break from the monotonous classroom routine.
I remember saying one day, when I was a freshman in high school, that if I was teaching this class I would have never taught it that way. Unfortunately, my teacher overheard me and I was forced to go to the front of the room and explain to the class the way it should be taught since I knew so much about teaching. Needless to say I did an awful job of it. That is when I started thinking about becoming a teacher. I know that does not make sense because I did such an awful job and was humiliated doing it.
What is the last thing you would went hear as a student? Being told that you have to repeat the same grade, again. I have gotten this news in the 8th grade, which for a lot of people is weird because they would usually get left back within the 1st or 2nd grade. During the regular school year I had failed the finally English Exam, which lead to going to summer school where I taking an English class and retaking the English Exam. However, going to the last day to find out my result was a depressing because I had found out that I had failed the exam.
When high school began, none of my close friends had ever drunk alcohol or had any interest in it, but as years went by, more and more of them began to try alcohol. Drinking is a personal choice and I had no problem with them experimenting, but by the end of my senior year some of my friends began to try and convince me to try it myself. Everyone knew that I am conservative when it comes to that sort of thing and people joked about me going crazy once I got to college and was no longer governed by my parent’s strict rules. Unbeknownst to them, this kind of talk repeated over and over, though I always denied it, began to make me feel curious. However I couldn... ... middle of paper ... ...ound.
I eventually started putting my academic priorities over my friends when they came back to visit; as cold as it may sound, I had to get the feeling of work off my chest in order to be truly relaxed. As I have heavily implied, I wasn’t a great student in high school. Seeing grades get passed back I was always prepared for either a failing or barely passing grade, and I was usually right. This led to me becoming paranoid and very pessimistic. I would begin to doubt my aca... ... middle of paper ... ...dn’t accomplish much of anything in high school I finally woke up by realizing I couldn’t mess up on my last chance at redemption.