I had the best high school experience. I had so much fun but at the same time I did some things wrong, but who cares that was high school I didn’t have any responsibilities or things like that. When I first got to high school it was normal to me because since I was middle school I had a lot of friends in school, and once I got to the high school I went “American Senior High” it was awesome. I n my freshman year I very lazy and crazy since I had all my friends there. I remember we would skip class, skip school and for that reason I failed math!
I didn’t have a clue of what I wanted to be I believed that college was going to be a waste. Evers nice I enrolled to The Community College of Rhode Island The path to my success has cleared its way, figuring what I want to be after struggling to pick a major. All my life I had to to work twice as hard to get something that most people require minimal effort to attain. In high school, I was known to be an athlete although I wasn’t the best I worked my tail off all four years of high school I won many achievements and accomplished many things. In high school math teacher let me slip by and let me go even if they didn’t believe in my excuses.
Eventually it began to be a habit. I would miss school a lot and began to consume what I mentioned above. Shockingly I still kept up my good grades. So no one knew what I was doing. Months and years went by I would still be drinking, smoking and skipping class constantly but still weirdly keeping my grades high than a C. I graduated on stage from my middleschool with deceant grades.
I was finally glad my hard work had paid off. However the transition from middle school into high school did not sit well with me and I truly struggled in a few of my classes to the point of my father feeling compelled to help me study. My father was and still is a busy man, but he made time to explain different complicated concepts, come to school to see the midterms and finals I had taken, to then look at and discuss with me what happened. Although I was and am very appreciative of his love and compassion to want me to succeed, I felt worthless. No matter how hard I worked, I was “average.” Fast forwarding to junior year, in my honors pre-calculus class I had one of the oldest, most feared teachers in my high school who happened to love both of my brothers.
Because of the concept that family comes from, my family is very important to me. Everyone has challenges in their life and mine were speech and depression. From preschool to second grade I had to take “special” classes because my English was far more behind than everyone else’s. At the time I didn’t notice anything different, though now I realize that without those classes school would of been twice as hard. I overcame this challenge by simply going to school and learning.
Standardized tests decide who gets into college nowadays. Standardized tests have more emphasis now then do GPA, class rank, and the students achievements. If Colleges were to get rid of this requirement, many more students would apply. Colleges should not put a lot of stock in standardized testing because it does not evaluate true knowledge, the tests cannot predict college readiness, and students with test anxiety will not perform at their best. Standardized testing does not truly evaluate a student’s knowledge.
At schools today, math and language are offered at least an hour every day, but students are lucky to get an art or music class for thirty minutes each week. I think that all the tests put on teachers to prepare students has caused the breaking away from creativity even more. Teachers are so worried about getting the mandatory information to the class that they forget about the creative side of teaching. Ken Roberson explains it in a way that gets people engaged and listening about this situation without them realizing at what extent. Just like Sir Ken Roberson, I believe it is our job to educate all parts of a person to help impact the future.
Growing up throughout school I realized that I excelled in history and literature, and when ever the season of class registration arrived I always compacted my future schedule with history and literature classes along with the minimum requiremen... ... middle of paper ... ...nt in time I am deeply ashamed and distraught about who I was as a student last semester. I am uncertain about the effectiveness of my study habits at this point in time, but I can clearly say that last semester's study habits were quite ineffective. In high school my habits where quite effective but not here at the University of Texas. I am trying to find a new method this semester, and am currently working on formulating a new method. One that actually works, for now I just have been working hard to complete my daily task and studying rigorously for all my classes.
My overall study habits have improved tremendously and this is reflected in my grades, from bombing my first tests to finally passing my chemistry test, things have gotten better and I can only see them getting better from here on out. One thing that I was overall pretty good about was going to classes, I rarely missed class unless I was sick, which helped a lot. People used to tell me “The best advice I can give you for college is to go to class”, and I didn 't understand what they meant, I would tell them “Why wouldn 't I go to class, I 'm paying for it? !” but now I totally understand, class being cancelled is the best feeling ever. However, I still have ways to go before I 'm a great college student, my goal is to have a 3.5 GRP which is pretty tough especially when it comes to Chemistry.
The stress I got at home was unbearable at times and it only got worse when I had to make up the assignments during recess or reading time. My parents could not help me because my step-father worked days, my mother worked nights, and neither understood a lot of what I brought home. I remember my teachers told me that instead of playing outside, I’d be doing extra work and writing “I will do my homework” until my hands cramped up. It is important to note that not every student was like me—there were several who did the homework, passed the class, but didn 't learn a single thing. Some did the homework and failed the class anyways because they failed their