A couple of moments have shaped me into the student I am. Unfortunate most of those moments have been bad moment. In my class most of them are overachievers, people who try their hardest and have good grades because of it, I haven’t. Even though people who know about my grade don’t think so I have tried my hardest a lot of times but haven’t ever gotten good grades because of that. Most of those moments have been really disappointing but this is the main one and how it shaped me to the student I am today:
It was a Thursday and I was in 5th grade when the teacher assigned a quiz about the American Independence. She explained it was a list of ten main events that happened and we had to number them in the order of events, it was worth ten points.
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I had got a 10/10, I was extremely happy and felt so proud of myself, proud that I had worked for something and I had achieved it. When I went Ms. Rocio’s house she was proud of me but wasn’t so happy because Camila had gotten a 7 and she believed something was wrong with the test. Ms. Rocio told me that Camila knew the information extremely well and the teacher had told Camila three of her answers were wrong but Camila went over the test a hundred time and saw that her answers had no mistakes so she trusted herself and turned in the test. After a couple of days Ms. Rocio asked for a meeting with the teacher and the both of them went over the test and information for the test and found the mistake. Camila and I were both right one the first try of the test before the teacher went around screaming out how many we had right. The test had a mistake in which 3 of the questions have the wrong number order in the teacher’s textbook test answer key. The next day in school during the last period, the teacher asked for the test back and explained the situation. Right away all the happiness the test had given me went away. My grade went from a 10/10 to a 7/10. I was disappointed in myself, I wondered if that is what my mom would feel everytime I didn’t get a good grade after she had spent all that money in my tutoring classes. After school ended my eyes water and the teacher say me and told me I should keep trying but after that big
A week before the test our teacher gave us a heads up on when the test was going to be. In my mind, I thought the test would be a multiple choice test and that the questions would be similar to the ones went in class. So, as the weekend approached, believing I had the test covered, I went on with being reckless on the weekend. However, it turns out that what I thought was the time of my life ended up biting me in the rear end.
My friends and I, hand-chosen by our fourth grade teachers to work with a special math teacher for a period of four months, had been competing in an exclusive contest called Math Olympiad. The Math Olympiad contest consisted of five intensive five-problem tests, given over a period of four months. Among the participants in our school, a score of three or below on any test was considered “bad.” Throughout the four months, I had been working hard, aiming to receive perfect scores on the tests. As the pressure
This year 10th grade year I was supposed to focus on bettering myself in school. The three ways I was gonna better myself were, not being disrespectful to teachers, turning in homework on time and actually coming to school. I can say the only one I really improved on was being more respectful to teachers. In these next three paragraphs I’m gonna explain how I improved on 1 goal, didn't go anywhere on another, and actually got worse on the last goal.
I concluded my 8th grade year with 9 a's and 5 b's, contrarily my 9th grade report card included 5 f's and 3 d's. "Your mistakes do not define who you are, you are your possibilities." - Oprah Winfrey. This quote reflects my high school journey because though I've made innumerable mistakes throughout high school thus far, and continue to make mistakes by not prioritizing my education, I refuse to give up and I will not let my mistakes make me.
I stared down at the exam, holding back the urge to crumple it up and throw it in the trash. It was the third marking period and I was holding yet another test that I failed. I furrowed my brows and sighed. There was a combination of frustration, defeat and indifference. I was sure that I was going to fail the class for the first semester and ultimately drop my grade point average. As the curriculum got more challenging, I was struggling to keep up and it seemed like no matter what steps I took, I could not get my grade above a 65. When I went to confide in my leadership teacher to express my concern, she just gave me a reassuring smile and told me that I could pass the class. I would have to be the one to take action by expressing my worries with my math teacher. That's all she had to say? How could she think that so late in the marking period, I was going to drastically change my grade?
The test was early on a Saturday morning. I remember eating an early breakfast and then packing my bag for the test. Everything about the day was going to be unfamiliar, from the location to the fact that the test was timed. I didn’t even own a school backpack yet, having never needed one before, so I packed my number 2 pencils, erasers, calculator and water bottle in an another bag instead. I walked into an unfamiliar high school and having no experience finding my way through the maze of hallways, followed signs until I found my way to the classroom in which the testing would take place. Before this moment I had never had to sit at a desk before. The straight lines of desks were so orderly and there was a proper classroom feeling that I had never experienced before in my home. I remember sitting there with my stomach in knots; standardized testing is anxiety inducing for almost any student, and I had the usual test-taking nerves combined with the unfamiliarity of a new
But when I received my test it felt like my lung collapsed. I got a 69% on the test, this was the first failing grade I had ever received and devastation set in through my body and I couldn’t help but think “Are you serious?” My first instinct is “Oh this can’t be right”, so I flip through the pages to see the mistake my teacher had obviously made, but of course I came across no mistake. I instantly hid the test grade in the back of my New York Yankees folder and when asked about what I got I said a B+. Johnny had gotten a B+, but I told him the false grade and didn’t pay him the dollar.
There have been two events that have significantly influenced me to be the person I am today. The initial event was my parent’s divorce. The actual divorce didn’t impact me immensely. What affected me tremendously was whom my dad decided to get married to later on. The second event that influenced my life was attending church.
As I entered the classroom, I took out my notes and sat down just as every student does before being handed the test. I quickly skimmed through the information two times before she could come around to placing the test on my desk. I put down the sheet on my bookbag located at the side of my desk just like any other student, then commenced my test. The test was just as I made it out to be, troublesome
Every event that has happened to me throughout the duration of my life thus far, has helped to shape me and form my character in one way or another. One major event that impacted me the most was when my parents separated. My parents finally decided to part ways when I was in elementary school, just about to enter third grade. Although I did not think much of it, as I was too young to fully understand about how much this separation would impact my life. I finally started to grasp everything when I entered my freshman year of high school.
I was so scared. I packed away my math book and prayed to protect and guide me through this test. After I had prayed Mr. Swan called out each question and I said to myself that I know that question and that I know this. I know every answer. When I got my paper back I was so glad to see 100% A+ at the top right hand corner of the test.
That night my sister revealed to me that she also suffered from test anxiety at my age, she gave some helpful tips to help relieve my stress. After listening to my sister, I realized that she was right. I needed to take charge and not listen to the voice in my head. That night I got out all my study guides and reviewed went to sleep early, woke up and ate a good breakfast. I felt good that I was ready to get over my fear of taking a test.
Upon reading the essay prompt, I took a few moments to introspect. I thought back to every experience that helped mold me into the person I am today. As human beings, we are influenced by many aspects of our surroundings. Even as children, we develop certain attributes through observation, or through conditioning by our parents. These attributes may not be always positive, but the combination of both positive and negative qualities form the people we are today. No one is perfect; nevertheless, some are fortunate enough to have their strengths outweigh their weaknesses. I believe I am one of those lucky people.
I was able to overcome many problems and challenge myself in different aspects. At the very beginning of the year, I was very sensitive and having a bad experience meant a bad life to me. Later on, I started to realize what I am doing in school, and why I am here… I understood that life without ups and downs means you're died.
There were many instances in my life that have shaped my values, intellect, and academic or career goals. I was raised by my parents to become a hard worker, independent, and caring young adult. I was taught how to be all these qualities by a combination of experiencing and witnessing them first hand.