As young kids we make decisions every day, whether they are big ones or not they still affect us. In many different situations I have made terrible decisions but I have also made very wise ones. Although the path I took for this particular story turned out perfect. After realising the downsides of taking classes that weren’t for me I ended being a year ahead in math and in all the most advanced classes for every subject. In the summer before sixth grade I had to think about my classes and which ones i wanted to take. Now, at this point in time i was way more worried about going to middle school and being by myself. I was quite frightened by the idea. All I could think about was if I would make any friends or worse if there would be mean kids. …show more content…
Thankfully I did not get lost which was one of my biggest fears about starting middle school. As the days went by I got more and more used to the school campus. I met new people in my classes which was nice. Everything seemed to be falling right into place as it should. I felt more comfortable walking around knowing where everything was unlike the first day when i just felt lost. After a few weeks i became very bored in my classes. Everything seemed to easy as if i had already learned all the material the teachers were barely introducing in their class. It got to the point where I would never have homework because I would have time at the end of class to get it done since I would finish all my classwork early. At first i did not mind having time to do homework in class because I would get home and felt carefree but, soon enough my mom began asking me why I never had homework to do. I told her exactly what had been going on and it was clear that she did not like it by the puzzled expression on her face. She continued to remind about how she knew that I belonged in the other classes and that being bored in class was a waste of time. All I remember was a whole speech on how school was for learning and that I wasn’t learning anything new. The next day instead of dropping me off on the sidewalk in front of the school like every other morning, my mom parked and looked at me with a straight face and asked me if I wanted
Middle school came along and nothing got any easier. We had already moved like five times, Decatur, AL to Danville to Rapids, WI to Port Edwards then back to Rapids. I didnt know where i belonged or who i was. People always told me, "awe, you look just like your mother," I remember looking in the mirror and just feeling disapointed because i wanted to be my own person. So i tried cheerleading and made more friends. Then I started hanging with a lot of people and that's when i
An example of the ways in which this decision shaped my life was the way I dealt with the junior and senior high school foreign language requirement; I have none: since I'm deaf, I am exempt from taking a foreign language. However, I never considered taking advantage of this exemption. I turned a "deaf' ear to my friends who said that I was crazy to take a course that I didn't need or my parents warning that it might be extremely difficult. Taking a foreign language was something that I wanted to do (not merely to prove to others that I could do it) because knowing another language seemed so interesting. Why should I have to go through life with only one language when everyone around me was learning new languages? So I began studying Spanish in seventh grade. Trying to articulate sounds that I could not hear was incredibly frustrating, as was the realization that my grades in Spanish were much lower than my grades in my other subjects, including my AP courses. Every semester, instead of my average being high enough for High Honor Roll, I was only able to make Honor Roll. Still, I was determined to succeed and I did. I can speak, read, and write Spanish. I am proud of my decision to persevere despite the knowledge that my perseverance would lower my academic average. Like so many experiences in my life, a challenge that I could have avoided became a test of my determination.
I decided to take Chemistry and Calculus just to have classes with my friends. Unfortunately, I was not able to pass these classes. Failing these classes affected my education and it affected me. It affected me education wise because my GPA dropped immensely. Because of my GPA dropping I was not able to graduate out of high school with honors. I was really disappointed in myself because before taking these classes I was on track to graduate with honors. I still remember when I meet with my counselor and she told me I was no longer in track to graduate with honors. I remember breaking into tears because that was one of my high school goals. When I first decided to take this classes with my friends I never thought it was going to affect me as much as it did. All I wanted was to have classes with
Once upon a time there was a boy named Joe and it was his first day in middle school. So Joe and his brother and parents went to open house at the school so Joe and Billy know where there classes are. So then the next day they got on the bus and Joe was playing with his friends from 5th grade that he knows then they got to school. Then Joe ate lunch and the he went to his homeroom and say so of the same people from 5th grade. And Joe told his brother that the first day at school wasn’t so bad. The next day Joe and Billy got up and put their clothes on then ate breakfast then went to the bus stop. Then the bus came and they got on the bus and went to school. Then they got to school ate
As a college student, who looking for building a career through higher education, decisions that I have made have had a lot of effect on my path. Decisions that mostly benefited me and sometimes had led me to tough situations and made me feel that I got burned out. This semester is going to be an example of bad decisions that I made in my entire college experience. I thought I can handle multiple courses and labs along with my working schedule. however I tried, but my plans did go as well as I expected. Although, dropping some of them, helped not to feel such a burden but it was too late. So I got behind but never gave up. Without a good spirit, I started back on. I did my best not to look back and just focused to move
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
Walkinging into high school on my first day was like entering a new country for the first time. Unlike all the other kids around me I was super calm and a little too excited. Instead of sweaty palms I had shaking arms because I couldn't wait to meet new people and make new friends. That was always my personality so I think I had it much easier than the other kids.
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
Entering middle school, I was scared because I looked differently compared to the other kids around me. I feared that I might get bullied by upperclassmen or even my peers. Though it did help that my elementary was literally 5 steps from Luna Middle School, the middle school that I attended, so that was nice. Even then there was many new faces in that school. I was entering Middle school, “ the next chapter of my life” as my mom called it, extremely unfit. I was 5 foot 6 inches and I weighed 170-175, I was pre-diabetic and my liver was showing complications.
I made a few friends but I usually did nothing except doing everything we had to do. I went through kindergarten and second grade pretty easily. In third grade I met my best friend tashawn. Middle school was a very easy time I got good grades and made a lot of friends. My classes slowly got easier.
When I was in middle school I thought life was just full of joy and I really did not have
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
Starting school was a little tough, I would get confused on the basic street smarts of school. Things like how to take notes, how to use a mechanical pencil and getting F’s on my papers for not writing my name tripped me up. But being the chameleon that I am, I adapt, blending
A bad choice I made in my life is when I was in 4th grade at Mc Cormick elementary school. In 4th grade I made a bad decision in lacking off at school, instead of paying attention, being a good girl back then. I didn’t pay attention to the instructor I had. That year was fun until I saw my grades going down from A or B to a D or F which my parent’s didn’t like. I had great grade but instead of continue being who I was as a nice student doing my work, participating in class. I started hanging out with some of my friends who invited me to go things with them. Slowly I didn’t care about my homework and simply school. I started changing and a close friend told me what was going on with me but I ignore her because I was living the moment with my
Elman and I were also on the same page about getting bored in class. I did not have control of this problem when it came to focusing in class. This was happening at home too when my mom would call me and talk to me for a good 5 minutes and instead of listening, I was thinking about what to do the next day. I feel like my mom knew something that this was an issue, because she would talk to me until I listened, making sure that I got the whole conversation. Maybe I spaced out because I could not hear well in my right ear, or maybe it’s because I have