Since I was little I have always struggle with math, and it’s actually weird because all my family has study math careers and they even have business but I was the only kid who wouldnt like to go to work at the family’s business. I remember all my family having to go to work but me, I t was so much fun. Now I look back and I think should’ve done it, because it would’ve helped me in my math’s courses. Then it came junior year, and I had this professor called Mr.Baptist. Big Haitian guy with a heavy accent, and very strict but sometimes funny.
Therefore, under the ordering of my rebellious heart, I started skipping classes and became lazy about school. The first two years of high school were still okay, which I still earning grades between A to C, but things soon got worse since I started my junior year. During my junior year of high school, I often skip classes, sleep on class, and don’t even do any of my homework. By the end of the school term, I ended up with failing all six classes and had my GPA way lower than the passing average. I and my parents had a big fight about the grades that I had and the school even had us sat in the parent center to reconcile our problem with a psychologist.
Growing up teachers always talked about how they were “preparing” you for the next grade, in elementary they were getting you ready for middle school, in middle school it was for high school and in highschool it was for college. However, I never really understood what they meant until I arrived in college. College was a complete 180°, I was not prepared for my first semester of college at all. The first couple of weeks were pretty rough, it was hard to adjust being away from my friends and family being in a total new environment living with a complete stranger. However I was able to adjust eventually, and I even made some friends along the way.
Although I was a different person in high school, it is possible for people to truly change if they put their mind to it. In high school, I really did not care about my grades. My attendance was awful, skipping too many classes to count. I barely managed to pull off a 3.0 GPA by the end of my senior year. When I came to college, I knew grades were important but I did not realize how challenging it was to get above a 3.0 in college.
Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.
In the beginning of my freshman year, I was very excited about coming to Howard University because I fell in love with the school. In my first year I took about 18 credit hours convinced that college would be similar to high school. My first semester felt extremely overwhelming, I thought that I could handle my classes, and I convinced myself that I did not need help but I had only proved by the end of that semester that I was wrong. I did not know how to study well, and I could rely on my “smarts” to get me through classes that were rigorous. I enrolled myself without counseling in Spanish 2, calculus 1, and freshman composition and I struggled the entire way, my pride just would not let me admit that I needed help.
I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room. I got an A on my homework, but that A didn 't matter anymore I hurt my mom. Kids with parents who cannot speak English suffer a lot from having to do their homework on their own, this affects us in our academic growth and self-esteem. I grew up tutoring myself new words, I had to purchase my first dictionary at age 12 in order to learn new words and not feel dumb in class. My mom would come around and ask if I needed help (after that argument we had) I would say no with a smile on my face just to reassure her I knew what I was doing, but I really had no
Math had always been a weak subject for me but I was discouraged of the grade I had received. Sophomore year I knew something wasn’t right. There was no reason for someone my age to experience the amount of stress and anxiety I was dealing with. My parents and I decided that I should have some testing. Working with
My teacher tried to helped me about my writing, reading, and grammars. However, it failed misery. I failed so bad for the whole year. My teacher realized that I didn’t do so well in the class so she decided to let me redo all my old assignments. I redo all assignments and managed to pass the class with a
Vague Thesis: How my brain keeps trying to make me go to college. I like a lot of people didn’t go to college straight out of High School. I took a year off. I did nothing. I went to school for a semester and realized I couldn’t pay for it and that what I thought I had wanted to do my whole life sucked and I hated it.