It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out. “Isa! Wake up you need to go to school!”, I was constantly hearing that everyday. “I don’t want to! I don’t want to leave my bed...please…just leave me alone”, saying to myself as tears roll down my face. I was a bat demanding to never leave my dark cave, hiding from sunlight and from the unknown faces. …show more content…
I started to feel better by the end of the my first ninth grade year. Starting to become more motivated, began coming to school and finally doing my work, but by then the damage was done. I couldn't turn back and do all my make up work, therefore I had to repeat my grade. Showing that refusing to do my school work it gave a terrible outcome, but concentrating on my work would help me through high school. Admittedly, I was ready to start the next year, ready to prove that i have the potential to be the best
I have always set high goals for myself, never settling for failure. Last year, in my first year of high school, I wanted to maintain a balanced life between studies, social life and health. I challenged myself by taking the hardest classes I possibly could. I was constantly staying up until the break of dawn, and then peeling my eyes open each morning just in time to get to school. On weekends, I would spend the whole day hibernating in bed. My eyes felt sunken into my head, constantly drooping with dark raccoon circles. I was falling behind on assignments, and my brain was fried. While taking a biology
...I became so overwhelmed, thinking I could try and pick up my grades, but it was too late for me. I was then failing all of my classes. My mom would call me and check up on me, I would lie of course and tell her that I was doing well all while everything was crashing down on me. I lost all hope, I completely stopped caring. I didn’t even go to my final exams; I knew there was no hope for me. I dropped out. I messed up my GPA horribly. I took a year off and just gave myself some time to mature then reapplied for school at Chattahoochee.
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
This year has to be one of the most frustrating years I have ever had. I never been a person who likes to do homework or sometimes even class work. First semester was the roughest part of my senior year. I was taking zeroes for assignments and failing classes that I didn’t care about. I was always working on either credit recovery or grade repair. Once second semester came I realized that I was going to have to step up my game. I slowly made progress throughout the second semester but was still in a deep situation because of first semester. I never realized how much people wanted to see me walk
The struggles I’ve faced during high school were never seen and never expected. Before you come to High School you hear about how you have to stay prepared and get your work done on time. If you don’t do the work you cannot succeed in high school, but you take it like it’s a glass half empty. My struggles have included my confidence in math and just the pressures of wanting to succeed in high school. Also having to deal with track,the constant injuries and now realizing how it’s changed my work ethic.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
What I had thought was the best day in my life was probably the worst. Skipping from fourth grade to sixth grade has cursed me to struggle with my education because I missed that crucial year. From then on, I seemed to struggle with math and reading and I received little help in the form of tutoring. It has taken years to gain confidence in my academic abilities. I am still struggling academically, but know that I must create my own path for success rather than blame the mistakes of the
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
Every student dreams of going to college, but once you are enrolled it’s a challenge to achieve the goal of getting the degree. Weather it has been a friend, family member, or even a neighbor they have their ways of handling the conundrum. My friend Kevin, recently graduated this past year, started of in Middlesex for two years, and then he transferred to Rutgers to finish his career. He graduated from Rutgers and now is an accounting major. Kevin is amiable, hardworking, and deft. During his time at Middlesex and Rutgers, he had a job at Apple, went to the gym, participated in many fundraisers, and volunteer at hospitals. All these task that he did engendered an issue. The issue it created was that he had no time to do anything. He would
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
It was all fun and games until we heard the sirens. We went to the cops terrified that we were in so much trouble but we didn't know why, once the police told us we did nothing wrong, we all learned a very important lesson. Ask for permission before you do things. It was a bright sunny summer day in August and my friends and I went down to CMH high school to play football. Me and my friend were captains and we picked out teams. A couple of touchdowns later we heard the sirens “Wee-Woo Wee-Woo”,we were scared out of our minds.
One of the hardest things to do in life is to get back up after failing. When your dream is set on shooting for the stars and you miss, it is heartbreaking. I speak from personal experience because I had a rough start to my seventh grade year. It all started in August 2017…
Half way through that year my cousin who is like a brother to me decided it was time for him to move to Phoenix Arizona accompanied by his newly wedded wife and try to make a living there. Him leaving really hit me hard, I was pretty close to becoming depressed. During that time I preferred to keep my mind busy as a result my grades shot up almost forty percent. Math in not my favorite subject at all, but for the first time in my entire life I can say that I really enjoyed and looked forward to going to my first period math class, I had the highest grade in that particular class for that semester. For the rest of that school year after overcoming all my problems I was just going to school getting my work done, get home, finish homework and do some work around the house.