The best day in my life was when I got promoted from the fourth grade to the sixth grade, or so I thought. I had been held back in fourth grade which meant I did fourth grade twice. So of course I was elated when a new program started the next year that allowed me to skip the fifth grade and go right into my sixth grade year. I rejoined my class and reconnected with my friends. All was right with the work again. The problem with skipping the fourth grade was that although I was socially on target, I was academically behind. I remember being so excited when we got the letter that said I would be in the sixth grade instead of going to the fifth grade. I had reversed a wrong that had been done to me the year before when I sat in a classroom of …show more content…
I had skipped the fifth grade and missed a whole year of instruction. No one helped me bridge that gap year of instruction; everyone assumed I would catch on in sixth grade and that I should be happy because I was back in my rightful grade. Unfortunately, what followed was a year of struggle to understand the material which repeated itself each year after year. Teachers understood that I was struggling, but they never really helped me and I was passed on until I got to high school when my grades showed that I had essentially no credits at the end of my sophomore year. It was clear to see that skipping a grade while exciting may have been the worst thing for me.
What I had thought was the best day in my life was probably the worst. Skipping from fourth grade to sixth grade has cursed me to struggle with my education because I missed that crucial year. From then on, I seemed to struggle with math and reading and I received little help in the form of tutoring. It has taken years to gain confidence in my academic abilities. I am still struggling academically, but know that I must create my own path for success rather than blame the mistakes of the
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When the last day of 1st grade came in May I was so excited with anticipation for 2nd grade because I knew that I wasn't going to be the only one there. All of my 1st-grade friends would come along with me to 2nd grade. I was just so excited for 2nd grade to come in the Fall.
I had a difficult time learning in school. I became a few years behind my grade level and my parents considered having me repeat a grade. My learning support teacher worked with me one on one for months and taught me how to study and work hard. I continued working hard and started getting better grades, and soon I became top of my class. I kept studying and strived to get the best possible grades throughout middle school and high school. I looked to challenge myself and took advanced placement classes. I don’t think I would have worked hard in high school, if I had not struggled earlier on, I would most likely be on a completely different life
Boot Camp Graduation! I remember seeing my moms face and, The tears rollind down her beautiful tan face. The way she looked at me when I read my speech. It wasn't just a speech. It was from the bottom of my heart, something I really ment.
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
It was the beginning of freshman year. I didn’t know what to do or how to react to the people and classes in high school. I was so nervous and shaken about what was to come this upcoming year. My fears of getting lost in the hallways, being late for class, or not being in a class with someone I knew were looming over me. I was in some advanced classes that my other friends were not in. I was scared about what people would think so I felt the need to change who I was.
That was my very very very favorite year because I had the best teachers ever. My homeroom was Mrs. Webers. She was the best of the best of the best. Next was Mrs. Pope, then after that was Mrs. Norcross. We all had jobs. I had two jobs, my first job filing papers, Mrs. Webers chose me to do that because I was quiet. Then my other job was name taker. I would go to the board and put people's names down if they were talking or if they weren’t doing what they were supposed to do. And that was fourth grade. Then something tragic happened, my favorite uncle passed away on December 25th. Everybody was heartbroken. It was extremely sad to see his son, my favorite cousin cry for one of the first times in his whole entire life. It was absolutely
I have to say that 6th grade was one of my favorite years. I made so many friends that i still talk to every day, and I had some remarkable teachers. I learned so much, all of which i use on a day to day basis, not only in my classes but outside of school. Life would be so much harder without the skills I acquired in all three grades,
One of my hardest adversities took place around one and a half years ago. One of my teachers had found Gatton Academy, and told me about it, and, eventually, sent my parents to look into it. Soon we discovered that Gatton was a capital opportunity for me. In fact, as I had finished the majority of the math classes at the school, they thought it a stupendous idea to advance me a couple of grades. As I needed my freshman grades for Gatton, they brought me to the ninth grade. This was quite tough for me, as I would need to say adieu to long-time comrades (or at least visit with them less often), and would need to find an entirely new group of friends, which I feared may not exist. However, realizing that opportunity was there to be taken, I took
...I became so overwhelmed, thinking I could try and pick up my grades, but it was too late for me. I was then failing all of my classes. My mom would call me and check up on me, I would lie of course and tell her that I was doing well all while everything was crashing down on me. I lost all hope, I completely stopped caring. I didn’t even go to my final exams; I knew there was no hope for me. I dropped out. I messed up my GPA horribly. I took a year off and just gave myself some time to mature then reapplied for school at Chattahoochee.
Throughout my high school experience, I've been able to obtain knowledge that I can use to better my life. Some of the classes I've taken have been a blessing in disguise. For example, I never expected to learn as much as I did about writing and literature by just simply reading. Many of my teachers have pushed me to my limits and inspired me to think differently from my peers. In general my best English experience was reading "MacBeth" by William Shakespeare in Mr. Elwell's class, where I also realized I had many English skills to improve on.
On my third grade, I took school more seriously, I started doing good. I motivated myself, I joined more activities, sports and events. This is the year when I made peace with my “terror” teacher too, and he even ended up my volleyball coach and became one of my closest and favorite teachers. I felt so relieved when I finally overcome my fear of my teacher. It taught me to be strong and not be scared over little things. When I was in grade 5, I had to stop school in the Philippines and continue my studies in Canada. It was tough for us because we’re starting life over again in a different country.
remember it all like it was yesterday. My history teacher assigned that one big project that is worth half your grade. It was Tuesday morning of my junior year in high school, I walk into class and the day starts good until he hands out the assignment and gives us the due date. The project was to create a diagram from the 1900's to the 1950's or write a 5 page essay. I had been working hard the whole school year to maintain an “A,” but soon none of that would matter. All the nights I stayed up to study for the test and all the study guides I rushed to turn in before the first bell in the AM wouldn’t help me anymore. As a student my grade wasn't jeopardized on all my hard work, but by one simple project. My procrastination had finally put
The meaning to this quote is remembering the past and wanting to go back either to switch the past or live in the past once again. To quote really relates to my high school journey because there was a point where I didn't care for school, and I slacked off by not turning in assignments, and not doing homework. If I could go back in time to freshman year I would make better life decisions. I would take my classes seriously.
Have you ever been so nervous for a big event that was only a couple of days away ? What about the moment you have been waiting for your whole life ? I have , that big moment was my high school graduation.The best moment of my life and also the scariest. It took a lot of preparation to get me ready such as the perfect dress, the perfect hairstyle , and building the self conscious up to go.
Last year at the beginning of the school year I was just starting high school as a freshman at St.T. I was excited about starting there because I had the chance to meet some new people and teachers. Most of the students I had already went to school with from kindergarten to when we graduated eighth grade together, and I went to school with a lot of the upperclassmen in previous years at Our Lady of Lourdes so, I wasn’t scared because I knew so many people already. Anyway, the first semester was fine. I as on the cheer team, I had good grades, and kept them up, and i was gone almost every weekend hanging out with friends. Then the second semester comes. I wasn’t going to cheer practices, my grades dropped, and I missed so many weeks of school