This week I went to Mr. Scully’s office to collaborate with him about my grade in Mr. Mercier’s class. I came to a compromise with both Mr. Scully and Mr. Mercier on how I needed to be diligent and enhance my grade. I have come to find that I have a lot of compassion and empathy to do this. To abbreviate the situation, if I am unable to bring my grade up to passing I won’t be able to play in my basketball game this weekend. My test seemed to be florid to me, but going back to revise it I now have a better understanding. I would never want to be deleterious to my basketball team by being unable to participate in the game this weekend. To have a camaraderie with my teacher is important because he is the one who will help me get to the point
It was a hot, Thursday afternoon. So hot you could burn your hand by touching a window. So hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Three weeks from now was the best day in 2th grade, field day. Today we were picking relay teams
However, his grade does not reflect his true potential. He demonstrates a need for consistent effort and motivation, especially in paying attention in class and participating actively. Furthermore, he needs follow instructions and complete the assignment on time. He needs to learn to maintain positive and respectful learning environment in the class. He needs to realize that his social activity in the class is not only hindering his learning but also others.
As many people have told me before, it is a very different ballgame than middle school’s easy going years. There is much more work, the classes are harder, and the environment is completely different. Many people’s grades may slip and they may cower in fear at the barrage of assignments they receive class after class. Unlike other people, I am confident in my ability to excel at all classes and to sustain exemplary grades. Therefore, while many are trembling in fear at the prodigious assignments and work is bombarding them from all angles, I will be at ease, knowing that whatever obstacle is thrown my way, I will conquer it and be its own
Something as simple as taking a walk around the facility can prove to be a battle with patient X. From the day I met patient X it was noticeable that she was lacking her memory. Patient X could no longer tell me her name and everyday it would be different struggle, but for that day it was getting her out of bed to take a walk. From the moment I walked in and introduced myself, patient X could not provide me with her name. Patient X constantly asked if I was her baby, and when dealing with an Alzheimer patient, it’s always best to go along with what that patient is saying. As I got patient X up and out of bed, she started to become violent and resistant. Patient X took forty-five minutes to simply get out of bed and dressed, and that was the very beginning of the battle that would consist all day.
I am Allan Christopher Sherman, I am the son of Pamela Sherman and Leroy Sherman and the brother to Chelsea Sherman. I was born and raised in Macon, Georgia at The Medical Center of Central Georgia at 4:20am on December 20, 1996. I attended Rosa Taylor elementary school from Kindergarten to Fifth grade. Rosa Taylor is where I learned to play chess and after a couple of year I was good enough to try out for The Macon Chess club. The first two times I tried out I didn’t make the team because I would always make it to the last eight games and end up losing.
Now I am not referring to all of you, we are all smart in different ways, however it is very possible that some of you will never find out. Not all of my classes are like that though. There has been one teacher that has really pushed me to become a much better student, and that is Mr. DeMarco. Over these past two years, I have taken a College Anatomy & Physiology, as well as AP Biology. For 75% of my time taking those classes, I have maintained a barely passing average. Contrary to what was expected of me in that class, in this last semester, my grades have been showing consistent A’s. This improvement makes me thing two things. 1. It disappoints me to know that, if I only received that miracle towards my grades earlier, I could’ve been doing so much better than before, and 2. It makes me wonder how far I can get in this world now with my bolstered confidence in outperforming others in
As I sat in the boiling hot sun, the heat that had overwhelmed me throughout the day surpassed. I was engulfed by Lu Paul, a native Hawaiian advocate who was telling me the story of how Native Hawaiians loss their rights. “How did my people become a minority in their own land?” he asked me inquisitively. I found myself making many connections with this man’s story and my own. As he answered my questions about inequality in his community, he began to speak of many things that I had witnessed in my life, that I thought only my own culture experienced. “My people need to fight for equal education, language rights, and employment”, he stated firmly. It was in this moment I began to broaden my perspective of inequality and minority rights. This along with the many other field experiences I had during my semester abroad, help shape my desire to attend law school and work both nationally and abroad in civil and human rights.
During my early education, meaning elementary school and middle school, I was a very average student. I gave an average amount of effort to my grades, and I received above average results. This did not bother me, until the end of my 8th-grade year. At this point in the year, I was filling out what classes I desired to take the following year, my freshman year. I realized that from this point forward, I had to take my education much more serious, in order to get accepted to whichever college I desired. therefore, when planning my classes, I decided to challenge myself more than I ever have in the past, and take multiple honors courses. I assumed because of my grades, that I had what it took to be an honors-level student, but I was very wrong. One teacher, Mrs. Johnson, made me realize the kind of effort, time and energy needed to be devoted to my education.
The silence of the air remaining motionless. The typewriter's keys periodically snap the silence. Each click was like a chisel striking and penetrating my heart. What remained was that of a mutilated sculpture, ready to collapse. This story wasn't meant to be read; only to help find myself in the events that had happened or what was about to. And if you are reading this. Then I guess I was unsuccessful in my attempts at finding such a
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
One day my scientific was making my arms and my legs my head and my face. I was completely like a person I knew how to talkin my mind, but my scientific Jose cannot understand me. When he got done making all my body I woke up and tell him thank you for make me. We became friends with my scientific, but one day we fought and my scientific told me that he was going to make me die because I'm not a real person. I run away and asking for help but nobody could help because I was a robot. I was living at little town, and I was looking for a place to live, I was looking and looking, suddenly I saw a group of gangster and I asked them for help, but they didn't helped me so they started telling me bad stuffs and they kicked me and they cut my arm. I was sad because they had cut my arm. One day I was getting furious with everybody, whenever I see a person I fight them and very mad because I think all the humans are bad.
...hem and show them that everything is possible and black excellence is real. Some need that motivation and need to see things like this really happen. So I can’t keep telling them to get good grades and do well in school if I’m not demonstrating it to them. That wouldn’t be a good role model. I’m the first in my family to go to college and I have to finish strong. I haven’t let them down yet, so I can’t let them down now. Overall I think that I’ve been a great student in this class which is why when I receive my final grade I’d like to see a grade that I want. I learned my lesson with this course and that’s to do my work on time, stop procrastinating, and ask questions. So I won’t ever be in this predicament again. After writing this paper I can’t to conclusion that I definitely deserve a good grade. So I’m claiming it. I’m going to leave Math 170 with a good grade.
One can discover the truth by blocking out the material world. I have grown into the world where I am only able to look at the shadows of reality, allowing various interpretations of what is real. However, I have grown and faced uncomfortable situations, and I have learned that there is a huge difference between looking and seeing. When an individual looks at something, one is only looking at the general side to things.
A high school class and a college class are conducted in different ways. In high school, teachers exercise control over the flow of information, while college professors encourage the student to seek out pertinent information. Throughout the year, a high school teacher will remind the student of upcoming due dates and assignment requirements. If a student misses a test or homework assignment, the teacher will provide missing notes or study guides so that the student is kept up to date with the rest of the class. For example; when I was in high school, I missed a week of school to go on vacation with my family. My mother spoke with my teacher before we left and he agreed to let me turn in my homework when I returned to class. Furthermore, my teacher allowed me to make up the single quiz that I missed during my absence. Neither the late homework, nor the missed quiz reflected in my grade. A college professor would have made me choose between a good grade and a vacation with my family. In contrast, the college professor...
Summer break was over, and it was the time to go back to school to my eleventh grade. School for me wasn’t that different as my summer break. I never felt like not going to school after a long summer break because I used to have a lot of fun in school. School for me was a place where you would socialize, gossip, brag, drive attention, miss conduct, daydream, text students, sing, ask silly questions and flirt with girls. I think now you know how my days at school used to be. However, a day has come that I would not expect it to come at all. I suddenly became a much disciplined student that I would not do anything out of the way. It all happened when I meet my new physics professor Jamal Betar who has wonderful qualities that amaze him from other teachers, and he also gave me the true meaning of education that I have never thought of before in my life.