One day in biology during the hardest test ever in that class, the teacher helped me realize what I truly wanted to be. Figuring out my future was so hard for me. I didn’t know what I liked and what I was good at. I felt as my life was pointless. I looked down at my test, wondering if I should turn it in. I looked around the muted classroom and noticed the rest were still working. I didn’t know what to think about the test. I looked back down at my paper and spend ten minutes just for someone else to turn it in first. Finally a girl got up, she was one of the ‘smartest’ students in that class. I waited for the teacher to grade her work before I turned my paper. He was impressed. Of course he was, she always did good. He said “first place goes to Sidney, who almost had a perfect score.”
I got up and turned my work in, I didn’t need to get up since her desk was literally next to mine but I didn’t anyway because I was nervous. When I sat back down I felt my heart race, palm got sweaty, and I
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He said to me “Rafael, what do you want to be in life.” I told him “I don’t know in all honestly.” “Have you thought about pursuing in the medical field?” He asked me. I thought about my response. “I did have thoughts about it, but it’s a lot of school and I don’t know if I could do it.” He looked at me with a straight face and said “You are very smart for a 9th grader. You have one of the highest grade in this class. You can make it if you truly want to and I’ll help you too. I really do care about your future and I know you can do it.” I smiled, what he said really meant a lot to me. “Thanks, I’ll put thoughts to it. Have a good day.” I thought about it and realize science is easy to me. If I try and study I can do it. This is my purpose in life. And I don’t think I could’ve figure it out without him. Since that day I notice biology, anatomy, and chemistry were super easy. Now I know where I’m headed in life thanks to that one
As many people have told me before, it is a very different ballgame than middle school’s easy going years. There is much more work, the classes are harder, and the environment is completely different. Many people’s grades may slip and they may cower in fear at the barrage of assignments they receive class after class. Unlike other people, I am confident in my ability to excel at all classes and to sustain exemplary grades. Therefore, while many are trembling in fear at the prodigious assignments and work is bombarding them from all angles, I will be at ease, knowing that whatever obstacle is thrown my way, I will conquer it and be its own
I despised being in front of people, I couldn't stand memorizing lines, and all the songs were so childish. But now, looking back, I see what it all meant. It wasn't about the comedy, the boredom of study, or the hatred of poorly written songs. It was about that one moment. A single moment after weeks and months of preparation. Now I see how not everything we do in life is simple or quick. We all expect for results to be immediate but some situations need time to take place. When we’re working our way up to that moment we see the time as pointless, but when you reach that one moment, the one that changes your life and makes you say “thats it!”, that’s when you understand that it was all part of a plan much bigger than you and
I think of all the students my age who were advertised as brilliant, the ones who were receiving outstanding grades at the age of nine. Whereas I was struggling to make sense of literature, mathematics, and education as a whole. I’m afraid that my accomplishments are pale in contrast to theirs. My perception of my fear and agony have left me trying to stay afloat in an ocean of my own tears. Before my feet that keep me suspended above the water stop moving forward, and I drown.
It’s very surprising, to be honest. If I rewind my life to the very beginning of junior year, I would have never suspected that I would encounter multiple hardships, one after another, each excessively worse than the last. Yes, junior year was extremely tough domestically and socially, but little did I know that my horrid problems at home would affect me academically. Undeniably it was my willpower and my strong belief in never giving up which steered my grades and my life to the straight path and made me realize that mistakes happen in life for a reason, they happen so we can learn from them, so we can share our story with others and help them avoid the hardships we encountered. When I reminisce about my junior year, I don’t extract sadness or failure, I see the rejuvenation and the revival of a talented individual who encountered a slight obstacle on the road of life.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
My freshman seminar class hitherto has been good. In this class I have been learning about various topics. These topics fall into helping us for high school and preparing us for the future. These topics was important and necessary because they helped us to avoid from not being successful. One of the topics we have recently accomplished was budgeting.
As I sat in solitary contemplation, I was aware of my classmates looking at me with confusion. In a moment of impulse, I became determined to prove that I was able to be at the same level as my classmates. I approached the teacher’s desk confidently and surprised to see me, she, as I hoped she would do, proceeded to ask me a series of questions about my well being and then asked: “Do you want to read your poem for us?” My mind raced in this moment that I suddenly felt inadequately prepared for, but I reached down into the depth of my memory and confidence and with a fearful but determined voice I finally said “Yes.” After reading my poem out loud, I was immediately rewarded by the applause of my classmates.
If you were to know me back in middle school then you would know I loved going to school and enjoyed the entire learning process. My love for school at a young age is mainly the reason why I’m studying to be a elementary teacher. During seventh grade, there was a poetry contest that I really wanted to enter. If you won the poetry contest then you would be recognized in the school newspaper. I dreamed of becoming a famous poet when I was little because of the influence Maya Angelou had on me. Her words hold a special place in my heart. The older I become, the more I realize that I am a phenomenal woman. I wish I felt this way back in middle school because my life would be different. I was excited to enter the poetry contest but from the trauma of being bullied in school. I started thinking it wasn’t such a good idea. I thought when I got on stage everyone would laugh at me and from that day I stopped writing poetry. This was just the beginning of my pessimism
Walking into the lecture hall on the first day of class, I picked a seat in the middle row. As more people kept filling the room I began feeling more anxious. I knew that we would go over the syllabus so it would be a breeze, but I had no clue what lengths of work would be included. Before he even handed out the syllabus, he made everyone write down their name and an interesting fact about themselves on an index car. We each had to personally hand him the card. This was his way of learning who you were. After everybody sat back down, he passed out the syllabus and we started to look over it. I noticed that I needed to buy three books to read for the class and that we would have six total papers to write. At this point I was beginning to fret, but Dr. Laythe inspired me with his next announcement. He had been diagnosed with cancer and it was getting worse. I was shocked at his statement and I felt a numbness take over my body. He reassured us of his optimistic outlook on life and told us that this life is what we make of it. I knew that instead of worrying about all of the work I would have to do, I would have to take it day by day and do my absolute best.
It had been a long night at the office. I told my wife Melissa that I was going to work late to finish my newest paper. I was documenting my findings for the Journal of Natural Science. I didn't think it would literally take all evening, but I got immersed in my work, as usual, and lost all track of time.
I go back to the school that gave me the biggest mental struggle for 3 years of my life, I go up to my favorite 6th grade teacher and we are just simply talking about life and what’s been going on in my highschool, and he says to me, “ Ashley, how are you really doing?” I had to think about this question longer than it took for me to answer it, “ Highschool is okay, lost a lot of friends and made some new ones” and he said without even hesitating, “ I know you will be successful and happy, keep pushin, God is with
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
I didn 't have anyone to talk to, my grades went down, and I became quieter than I was before. I got my progress report one day and I had one B, five C’s, one D, and one F. I started thinking to myself, “how would Uncle Dan feel if I told him I had these grades. I sat pondering this thought. Then came to the understanding that he would have been disappointed, I would hate for him to be disappointed in me. I decided to bring my grades up, by the time I got my report card I had A’s and B’s straight across! I felt accomplished, and happy. I remembered his smirk and I promised myself that I would strive to be better than I ever had been before! I would do it all in my uncles
When I was in high school I had a problem, which was being shy. Being shy made me seem as if I was anti-social, and caused me to have no friends, but my shyness was decreasing each year of high school because I talked more, and by the time I reached 12th grade I had many friends, who are very close to me till this day. While being in high school, I was always focused on my studies. People believed that I was a genius in high school, but I really wasn’t, I was just focus on the lessons, and understood what the teacher taught us. As I reached eleventh grade, I was chosen to be a part of the National Honor Society; I thought that I was never going to be part of the National Honors Society. I was at the hospital when my friends told me the good news—that I was selected to be part of the National Honors Society. As I reached 12th grade I learned that working while going to school is a bad idea if you can’t multitask right. When I was working I didn’t realized that I wasn’t multitasking right; I wasn’t putting enough effort into my studies, and having a job was distracting me, so I decide to quit my job, and continue my education by going to college. Growing up was scary, but I’m ready what the future is holding for
Sitting here on this sand, I reflect over my life and what I have been through, who I am, and if I overcame my circumstances. I recall being faced with challenges all my life. When I was in elementary school, I failed the 2nd grade and I felt that was a major setback that affected me for the rest of my life. I remember when my brother sat me down and explained to me what being retained to the same grade meant. I cried like a new born baby, but I realized that day that I was going to be different. I strived every day after that to prove myself to my family and my educators that I was capable of overcoming my circumstances. Moving along further into my education, I reached my 4th grade year where I had a teacher tell me she thought I was incomparable of retaining the information she was trying to teach me...