Rejection. A word that I despise; and is something that has happened to me so many times in so many different ways. One of those ways was being rejected from one of my many college choices because my SAT scores did not reach their requirements. “Why apply?” you may ask, although my SAT scores did not meet their requirements, everything else on my application was perfect. I had great grades in high school, I volunteered many times; both inside and outside of school, I always helped around in my school administration whenever help was needed, and I always dedicated a month of my summer just to help my school give out the school books to students and sell the school uniforms.
I understand the relationship between the two as a difference in my educational background and that of my younger brother. I enjoy being a student and learning! Growing up, I was often sad when I got sick because I would miss school, not my friends or an important test, but the fact I missed the opportunity to learn something new. As a student in the Louisiana public school system, I received an above average education compared to the classroom norm. I was a true learner.
My first mistake had to do with attitude. Attitudes inside of me consisted of apathy, lethargic, and unwillingness. Following an unchallenging freshman year and a relaxing summer, I hardly say that I was prepared for my first AP class. I knew expectations in AP classes were high because they’re college level introductory courses. My teacher that year was known as one of the “hardest” math teachers on campus.
Most high school students don’t notice what their classes are really teaching them; until my junior year, I was the same way. I have always liked facing challenges because I love the feeling I get when I overcome them. Becau... ... middle of paper ... ...enefitted from this as it helped improve my well-being. I made sure I was taking advantage of every resource I could so that I could overcome adversity. During this time I felt that I was no longer motivated solely by my grade, but by my attitude towards the class.
No Child Behind Act: The history and continued debate of its effectiveness As I filled in scantron form with my number two pencil, I remembered that writing my name was just as important as entering my school code. Thinking back to elementary school I can remember the week long exams. The week in which I longed to be sick just so I wouldn’t have to be spilt from my class and spaced out to test rigorously on my comprehension of various subjects. This describes my first encounter with the ineffectiveness of standardized testing. Teachers were extremely stressed during this period as well but at the time I didn’t understand why.
Ethan did fairly well on most assignments, but he was failing all of his labs because he was not following directions. Even after Jennifer voiced her concerns to Ethan and went over the lab procedure again, he started slowly turning in subpar assignments. Ethan was becoming comfortable. Jennifer found it troubling that Ethan received an A on his first big writing project for his father especially considering that he was not the strongest writer. Jennifer is also aware that this situation has not been as ideal as Nathan had hoped.
In high school math teacher let me slip by and let me go even if they didn’t believe in my excuses. In my high school career, I had a few tough teachers, but at the end they always all through because of my charisma. After being babied throughout my whole life I enter the adult phase and it hasn’t been so easy. I always have one motive that I carry on no matter what. The motive of bettering myself and in time is better than my sister since I’m always in her shadow.
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 went to a good highschool, but I still had those horrible habits. I knew what I was doing was off course because no one in a young age should be doing those type of things. I wanted to s... ... middle of paper ... ...to school because I had a hangover but I told myself that I would never touch any of that again. It was hard not too because most of all my friends definition on "we are going to have a great time" was that we were going to do everything I set myself not to do anymore.
Not only was I experiencing failure for the first time in my academics, which was the one thing that I always thought I was good at, but I was also losing confidence in myself. This whole I have been learning as I go, as I try to navigate my way through my college education. Being a first generation student I had no family to turn to when I was struggling to ask for advice, and always felt too embarrassed to ask for help from others when I needed it. This was a huge mistake that I made and I will make sure that I will not make it again. If I am ever confused at what material is being taught in class, I will attend the professor’s office hours.
Due to this reason, my family has heavily influenced me. I inherited, from my parents, a passion for learning and a voracious curiosity that has helped me significantly through my educational career. My father decided to be a radical within the family by leaving the farm and pursuing an engineering degree. If it were not for his efforts, I would not be here today writing this paper, let alone become a part of an American University. My father taught me to explore life inquisitively, to constantly seek more and never give up.