Children have the ability to be brutal creatures, they could end up saying things like "you're so stupid!" or "where did you get those clothes from? The toilet store?"Okay, that last line was from the movie Anchorman, but it still applies. Anyway, as a child, I struggled greatly in school. I could hardly comprehend the simplest of things, especially when it came to reading and writing. The letters never made sense to me, and I never could believe that those funny, squiggly lines were actual words. It just seemed improbable to me, and I would get so frustrated with myself for not understanding anything. It did not help that I would sometimes be picked on because of my incapability to keep up with the rest of the class. I was bullied often because of that and it made me even more frustrated, I would wonder every day, why was I unable to understand the lessons as easily as my classmates. It got to a point where I felt as though I would never be able to read or write like my classmates, and it left me feeling hopeless.
During that time I gave up hope, however, I was lucky that my teacher did not give up hope on me. After, some discussion with my parents, they all agreed that I should be placed in a different class that would go at a slower pace for me. At first, the idea of being placed in a separate class that alienated me from the rest of my classmates,
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Also, English became my favorite subject and has remained my favorite subject to this day. Since the time of college application and Senior year has started, it got me thinking of what my future career should be. I have a few ideas of what I should be, but I'm leaning towards becoming a writer or an English professor. Although, I have no definite idea of what I should be, if I was able to read or write for a living, life would be pretty
I have been interested in many subjects through my years in high school; though many of my fascinations have died out over time I still respect and love English. Half of my family is built on poets and story writers, so when I announced my curiosity about this subject they jumped at the opportunity and fed me the idea of being an English major. No one on either side of my family has either: never attended college or never finished. I have many plans on being the first woman in my family to go and graduate at a university or college.
Our tenth grade English class just recently received our Pre ACT test scores. As part of going over them and what they mean, we have been looking at future occupations and the schooling that goes along with them. We are being told to look more into our futures and to start thinking about what colleges or universities we want to attend and what we might major in. I researched the qualifications needed and recommended for being an author.
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
I alternated my focus from completing my assignments to meeting new acquaintances were what really killed me in the long run. I began to pick up poor habits of talking into class, and transferring my attention from the teacher and to my electronic device. My assignments started to be turned in incomplete and that took a huge fall on my grade. Before I knew it, it was coming to the end of the second quarter and my grades nowhere close to where they needed to be for me to run
My mom prioritized my education. I now find this very admirable, that a woman so young who barely graduated high school and married a mechanic found it to be essential their daughter should be reading, calculating multiplication and square roots, and helping to change oil all before entering kindergarten. Upon entering school, my parents were told I would be held back due to being anti-social. I don’t remember being anti-social; I just remember reading all the time because I was done with my work and I was taught not to disrupt others. I was not held back that year; the school later asked my parents to allow me to skip the second and fourth grades due to my achievement level. They refused and convinced me being
Every time I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always had different answers. An author, a photographer, even a video game tester. I've juggled lots of different careers, and yet I still don't seem to know which one I really want to do. When I was younger I always loved to write. Fiction was my favorite genre, especially when it comes to dystopian worlds. I always joked with my friends and family that after I become an author and "make millions off my first book", I'd be able to buy them whatever they desired. After I got a bit older though, writing just wasn't my top priority anymore, I lost interest in it sadly. Don't get me wrong I still like it, I'm just never in the mood to write anymore. So, being an author was crossed
I ended up feeling like a total failure because I couldn´t achieve good grades. I explained my situation with my parents when I had to show them my progress report. They sent me to get checked out by a neurologist and it turned out that seizures ran in the family. When I got diagnosed, my doctor explained to me that this problem might not go away. He told me to
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
There was a point in my life when I aspired to become an author or maybe even a journalist. However, if you had asked me what I wanted to major in at the beginning of the semester, without a doubt in my mind, I would have answered computer
It was up to me to get it together. My mother offered to give me other options in order to still graduate with my class. I had to not only catch up withmy 9th grade work but also try and keep up with my current grade. The pile of work kept growing bigger and bigger. Even after I was given another chance to fix things, it was still hard.
My freshman seminar class hitherto has been good. In this class I have been learning about various topics. These topics fall into helping us for high school and preparing us for the future. These topics was important and necessary because they helped us to avoid from not being successful. One of the topics we have recently accomplished was budgeting.
At the beginning of the semester it had been over six years since I had been in an English class, So naturally filled with panic and discomfort with the subject I began the class with low personal expectations. However putting forth my best effort I attempted to take everything presented to me in stride. Things that were problems to begin with were Grammar, Sounding arrogant, according to a pretest, and staying on the subject during a paper. Things that sparked my interest are peer reviews and using the meal plan. With those things being said I’d like to go into further detail about how I’ve felt about my time spent and performance.
If I could pursue my dream career, I would be an author who writes novels to inspire and unite people all around the world. It would be my dream to be able to use relatable characters and inspirational storylines to motivate people to change and challenge the issues that plague our society today. Realistically, becoming an author is hard as there are many barriers such as low job security and indefinite income. While I would love to be an author, what I create may not be loved by many and getting work published can be incredibly hard due to publishing bias and competition. As a result, I took the safer option of studying psychology as there are many different fields that I could go into and secure a job.
Though finding a career that suits you best and choosing a lifelong career is rather difficult. Now in college, as I have been exploring the different courses liberal arts has to offer, I have discovered that I have a passion for teaching others. Thus, after college I hope and plan to become an English teacher. It interests me to learn how other cultures take their educational systems. South Korea would be a great cultural setting to work and live with people whose culture differs from my own.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.