I started cutting classes and hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was behind in all my classes my freshman year. Mrs. Lippold changed my perspective on life, she was my photography teacher as well as my friend. This woman improved me during my sophomore year. She had told me how she seen my file as she does with all her students to try to get to know them a little better and noted how I missed consequently numerous days of school. She told me that was going to change and this year would be different. I remember after class she took me with her to my counselor’s office and demanded my schedule be changed. She made him take out my lunch period and replace it with zero period, so that meant I started school at 7:30 in the morning and would leave
They now don’t trust me enough to know if I went to school or not, and a 1000 lb. Monster has now taken off with a very irresponsible and untrustworthy person controlling. Also, should I ever not do that English assignment that I was asked to complete, then Mr. Cobbe is now given the headache of punching in a zero to a kid who he honestly believes, "is one of the top students, if not the top student in the class; who is sitting at a 60-65%, and should be mid-to-top nineties" Causing him not only a little bit
My mother is someone I think of as a victim because the beginning of school year; my assistant principal, Mrs. Rungee, informed my parents and me to fill out my financial aid. The finan...
Free. He was definitely one of those teachers that pushed me way close to my limit. After a couple of months of having him as a teacher, I decided to confront him. I came into his classroom and asked why he was so hard and difficult with us. I noticed that he would pick on certain students a lot and I was one of them. He looked at me straight in the face and said that I had potential. I was dazed and confused to what he meant. He then explained to me that a lot of the students here are not trying at all and what is the point of helping those students that do not care where there lives go. He said that I was trying but not to the best of my ability. I exclaimed to him that I was trying my best. He then replied with saying I was trying my best but he knew I can do better. He knew that I cared about my education and knew the drive that I had. He finally remarks with don’t you know what you have learned. That caused me to think of everything overall and I realized that I was acting like a fool. I know knew what his true intentions
In fifth grade, I had a teacher by the name of Mrs. Sera. Even typing her name gives me this cold feeling inside; she eerily resembles Miss Viola Swamp from the children’s book Miss Nelson is Missing. Viola Swamp was “the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world.” Mrs. Sera, on the other hand, my full-time educator and seemingly just as mean. She had a long pointy chin, a fairly large nose, and extremely thin lips that rarely ever smiled just like Miss Swamp. During this year leading up to middle school, I struggled in every subject: math, science, social studies, and language arts. The only parts of the day I succeeded in were recess and lunch. I remember one day, I had a test in science. I received a 23%. This is still the lowest grade
She knew that I was disappointed that I didn’t make varsity. She was just trying to motivate me, but at the time it seemed like she didn’t want me to enjoy my spring break.
6th grade was not all that bad. That is before the incident however. Going to school was fun for the most part, the classes were difficult, friends were plenteous, and the food was good. Life at Lancaster Country Day School was swell, again, before the incident. Now, said issue somewhat killed my image at the school and saved it at the same time; it also made me question others. Were my friends really my friends? Or did they use me to as a sick and twisted way to formulate drama? I had a friend. I had many friends really, I was friends with the whole 50 people in my grade. But this friend, this friend was different. Her name Mady Gosselin. Yes, the Mady Gosselin from Kate Plus 8. We had been close, I talked to her almost every day. However,
I was a typical 6th grader with a love for social time and hatred towards pointless homework. As I was tapping my foot on my creaking wooden desk with my book opened pretending to read, Mr. Daniels was watching over me like a bird that just gave birth to chicken eggs. I had a feeling she was going to ask me a question about what I was reading. I realized from that point on to always trust my instincts. Mrs. Daniels tall toothpick shaped body leaned over and asked me to summarize the first chapter in front of the whole class. Due to not even beginning to read the first page I told her I did not even know where to begin. Since I was not prepared for class, not participating, and being rude about my task at hand I received a punishment. My punishment was every week I had to write a summary in my own words about the chapter I had read. My eyes rolled in the back of my head so far I didn't know if they would ever go back to normal. I knew my life was over at this
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
At the end of my 8th grade one of my aunts from Chicago offered me a room in her apartment. I accepted and traveled back to Chicago. I started freshman year in Steinmetz college prep. My English was bad because I never used it back in Mexico and it had been more than six years. My freshman year they put me in ESL classes, but by the end of that year I had improved so much that they took me out of ESL and offered me a place in the IB program. I was starting to like it, but something horrible happened. My grandpa died, and my aunt went back to Mexico and decided to take care of my grandma. I was almost going to go back to Mexico, but luckily one of my aunts that lived in Arkansas, offered me a place in her house. So I left Chicago and all my new friends and school and went to the south. Being the new kid in school is the worst. You don't know anybody and you don't have friends. The school was called Springdale High-school. I made no friends and pretty much sat by myself at lunch the whole year I was there. At the end of that year my aunt told me that my cousin, that was sharing his room with me, told her that he didn't have “privacy” anymore and that I had to
If I had went against her advice, I would probably be a different person today. Although she was a stranger, her suggestion that had embarrassed me in class helped me leave behind the troublemakers and seek people who had work ethics that matched mine. This is almost tough love because she meant well, but her implementation lacked empathy. She wanted to change my conduct to choosing better friends, but did not pick the discreet and gentle way to do
The struggle of not being able to breathe properly, gasping for air while the fever inside was killing me little by little and my fragile self in the age of four did not know what was happening to me I was brain dead, more like clueless little kid almost having a near death experience of having a seizure that in the end it changed my life and the way I looked at it because God gave me another chance to actually prove to him that I can be someone in my life and grateful to be alive today knowing that I have family that actually loves me for who I am.
into a better person? It was during my first week of school as a freshman at
This last year has been very difficult and although most of the issues were not school related, they had a major impact on my classes. At the beginning of the year, my Mom left her abusive husband. He was a very controlling person, who if anyone did something he did not like, he would yell and insult the person for hours. While the man was never physically abusive, emotional and verbal abuse can be just as damaging. He was very good at making people, particularly his wife and children, feel like they were worthless. We could not leave the house unless he knew exactly where we would be, who we would be with and exactly how long we would be gone. While this does not seem terrible, it got to the
Once in the sixth grade the year was coming to an end and all the top people that did good in english and literature were getting letters so get into spanish for seventh and eighth grade and i waited and waited and never got an invite to be put into that class. I was so frustrated and confused because I didn't understand why i dint get into that class and i felt like the school thought i was stupid and could get into the class i was really angry and resented school for awhile because I knew my potential, and I worked hard my whole sixth grade year in all of my classes to get A’s which i did and still didn't get into Spanish. What I should have done instead of getting angry and resenting the school and thinking i was stupide was confront the
When I was younger, I had friends, but I was the person who did not want to dance at birthday parties. I was someone who enjoyed talking to the lunch moms instead of playing on the playground. I was shy and my mom handled everything for me. Until now, I did not know how much work went into raising me. I never knew that there were deadlines to paying bills or that appointments had to be made in advance, but everything changed one morning when I woke up to the blaring sound of my mom’s alarm. I was confused because she was a light sleeper, and I became anxious. I ran into her room, and immediately I knew something was wrong. The death of my mother during the first month of my eighth grade year, as a single event, did not instantly mark my transition to adulthood, but it did change my life forever. My mother died before she was able to watch me graduate middle school, before she was able to teach me how to drive, and before she was able to share all of her wisdom. Her death was the most painful experience I have ever encountered, but I was lucky enough