This essay is about what I did wrong, what was wrong about it, and how I’m going to fix it. The thing I did wrong started off with me getting a bad grade, missing the make up test, and then lying about missing the make up test. The part that was wrong about that? I missed a second chance and then lied about it. And how I’m going to fix it; Well, I’m going to try to avoid lying, finish this essay, and ask for help if I need it in class. Back to the thing I did wrong. After studying, taking the test, and receiving a C+, the grade wasn’t good enough, and there was a makeup test coming up. I studied over the things I got wrong for a week, but on the day of the test, I completely blanked about the test, and missed it. Compendious, I panicked, and asked my teacher if I could retake the test during my free period. She told me maybe, which didn’t mean yes, so I continued panicking, to the point of tears. But I figured If I could retake the test the next day, my new grade would be posted eventually, and maybe I could get away with it. But I had to make up something believable. So, I said that the makeup test was …show more content…
I had worried about it a little, but didn’t think too much about it. And for a few hours I had even convinced myself, I was going to get away with it, and it was going to be okay. And it was okay, up until I got home from dance, and my parents had read the email, sent from my teacher. It was too late to fix it, and I was in huge trouble. For missing the test and lying. I knew I was going to be missing lots of things after school, for a few weeks. But it was wrong, and besides missing things with my friends, I was going to have to face the consequences. The result was a conference with my teacher, and this essay: three thousand words about what I did wrong. It seems to be a fair punishment, and least it's not math problems. Also, please do not add that to my punishment. That would be
‘I am going to fail’ was the very first thought that crept into my mind on that very first day of class. Before I stepped into the classroom on the first day, I felt pretty good about my writing. I had done previously well in English, and didn’t think this class would be much of a challenge. This all changed on the first day of school, when my professor talked about the level of reading and writing expected for this class. I remember thinking ‘I don’t read, why couldn’t I have been born someone who likes to read?!’ Since this moment on the very first day of class, I have grown immensely through hard work. In this essay, I will explain what I have learned over the course of this class about myself, and about writing.
A week before the test our teacher gave us a heads up on when the test was going to be. In my mind, I thought the test would be a multiple choice test and that the questions would be similar to the ones went in class. So, as the weekend approached, believing I had the test covered, I went on with being reckless on the weekend. However, it turns out that what I thought was the time of my life ended up biting me in the rear end.
My pre-calculus teacher walks forward with a large stack of papers and hands me an overturned test - normally a sign of bad results. I flip the packet over and I’m devastated by what I see. On this single math exam, I receive the worst grade I’ve ever had in a class - a 56. At first, I think that everybody failed, and that maybe there’d be a curve. But as my partner receives his test back, I quickly realize I’m wrong.
I hate making mistakes, it makes me feel like I cannot get the essay right, and so I should just give up. I believe that if people knew I made a mistake, they would judge me, and that someone is always going to be better than me, so why try? If I do something to the best of what I can do, I will always be judged on what someone else did. No matter how hard I work at something it will never be perfect. People will always find something to fix.
After completing the assessment exercise I have been able to carefully my personality. The exercise consisted of an evaluation of four areas: Locus of Control, Personality Type, Stress Reactions, and Learning Styles.
I started off well but things got so complicated with exams. I studied for the exams but some parts I just didn’t understand. When the exam comes, I performed badly with answers I should’ve gotten but forgot many of the materials I studied the day before the exam. I did not know much about the exam format in college and that makes it hard for me to study and the lack of knowledge about the subject got me worried a lot. I didn’t ask professor for assistance or get tutored when I needed it
Who am I? A Logician? An Architect? An Entertainer, maybe? Quite surprisingly, this personality type describes me to the letter, literally. According to the Myers-Briggs Personality Test, I am a Debater or an ENTP. Initially, I was so suspicious of the accuracy of the test that not only did I review all of the other personality types, I took the test twice. Nonetheless, I received the same result each of the three times I took the test, and, I must say, I do agree with them.
In highschool I had precalculus (which actually ended with limits!) and chemistry, and I considered my entrance to calculus and (advanced/secondary) chemistry in college almost guaranteed. I found out about placement tests the night before actually taking them (the best I can remember) but still felt confident after having completed them. I found out little before actually going to the academy that I would be placed back in precalculus and chemistry one. After talking with a few "authorities" I discovered there was one other test I could take. Without even looking at the C I received on the first precalculus (mostly algebra and some trig) test, I took another one. Again, I received a C and felt rather bad.
Happiness is fake, like something forced upon me; something not real, fabricated and I don’t like it. I’m supposed to like it though. I’m supposed to like everything the government forces on me. I feel like I’m the only person who doesn’t feel content with my life, everyone else seems to be perfect while I’m falling apart at the seams.
There was mixed feelings on our performance. After a while we started talking about the next test which was the next day. I confessed to my friends that I was not feeling so confident in my ability to pass the test because at the time science was my weakest subject and I had a low three in this subject. I was telling them I was worried about getting a two because I had never received one and I was afraid of what my parents would do if they saw one on my report card. One of my friends told me if I really wanted to pass I should cheat on the test. I was shocked when he said this I could not believe it. Why would I ever do that. I remember always being told to never cheat to always be honest. He told me that is what he had done on the math test we just had. He said the way he did it was by folding a sheet of paper and sticking it in the front pocket of his hoodie. On the paper he had written formulas, calculations, and steps on how to do certain math problems. Whenever he was having trouble with a question who would pretend he was taking out a pencil or fixing his jacket and look at his cheat sheet. My friend told me it was fool
My grades in the class looked promising, I excelled at the writing and multiple choice portions of the practice tests we took during class. All seemed well until the big test came in May. My teacher told the class that we should not take the make-up test later in the month but instead take the test on the regular test day, regardless if we were sick or not. And just my luck, I was sick on testing day! Not wanting to disappoint my teacher, I took the test while completely ill. All of my studying and hard work paid off because I passed… with a 3. I was devastated. The elusive 5 was taunting me. But I did have a second chance. A time of redemption, which was the AP US History test.
Yes, darling, you are required to get a checkup if you want to start kindergarten next month.
My test instructor Ms. Brooks began to pass out the test booklet and answer key. The time had finally came for me to open my test booklets and begin the test. I felt like I wanted to throw up because I was so nervous and I did not know what to expect about the test, even though I felt well prepared for the ACT. The testing room was very hot and I barely could breathe in there so that really made taking the test even harder. After finishing the math and science sections of the test I got a fifteen minute break to refresh my brains, go to the bathroom, and get water. After taking just two section of the test I was very fatigued, hungry, and I was ready to go home to take a long three hour nap. During the Reading part of the test was very long and boring I felt very antsy to just finish the rest of the test. The science part of the test was very hard and I did not understand none of graphs and questions they were asking on the test. In my mind I was telling myself I can finish the rest of the test strong. Forty minutes was finally over and I complete the ACT test and it was time to go home and eat lunch. In my mind I felt confident that I scored high on my test and could not wait to get my test scores back. After five weeks waiting to get my test scores back, they finally came in and I did not score well at all. After taking this test for the 1st time I prepared myself to take the test again, which turned out to be eight more times. During my senior year all my classmates were excited about graduating in May and going to college. I was not too excited about graduating because I still did not have the ACT score or acceptance letter to college. Throughout the rest of my senior year I took the ACT every month it was offered. My score after each time I took it decreased by two points every time I took the test. I was starting to lose hope. I never lost faith that God had a plan for me to
I can still remember that moment when your exam score came in the mail. It’s been a few weeks since you took the test and you know the mail is coming any day now. You’re at school and you can’t think of anything else but this. Your parents probably aren’t going to listen to you and will open the mail before you come home from school.
I headed out to the kitchen to get breakfast that my mom cooked for me. Then, I noticed a blank sheet of paper. A naked, colorless, blank sheet of paper situated there on the kitchen table. Boy did I love to draw unusual things on blank pieces of scrap paper, so I thought. Luckily there was that snaggy old pencil of mine lying there, laying right where I needed it to be, by the paper. I quickly picked up the pencil and started to think. Again, my brain worked its way back in the past thinking of the school policy. Telling me what not to do, increased my ignorance to do the inevitable. How dare the school policy tell me what to do, “No threatening of school members or staff.”