Personal Narrative: Henry Clay High School

646 Words2 Pages

In a musty and bleak portable classroom outside of Henry Clay High School, younger me sat and tried to understand the hardest foreign language of all, math. But this tutoring session was different, I was finally going to have a breakthrough and understand something in mathematics. “Alright Emily, we are going to work on multiplying positive and negative numbers” the short but intelligent Mrs. K-K questioned me, “What is negative two times positive seven?” “Umm… fourteen?” I squeaked out, I honestly had no clue what I was doing. I was in seventh grade year and my second year of Algebra One. I was ready to give up; I assumed since I wasn’t adept enough the first time that I’d never be. “Well that’s close” Mrs. K-K assured me. “But you’re …show more content…

I sit down in the class room beside my best friend at 8am, with whom I had been studying with all week, wish him good luck and prepare myself. “Quiet please” Mrs. Gill’s monotonous voice echoes through the room, and we all look up while she passes out the test that could change our lives. I felt fine on the reading and English sections, even though I’m not great at the subject. But when it came time for the math section, I was so confident I breezed right through it and didn’t check any of my answers. Though that probably wasn’t the best idea, I didn’t think about the horrid assessment again until the scores came out right before spring break. When I got home on that sunny spring day I ran to the mailbox, flung it open to see the ACT Student Services envelope in there with my name on it. Before I’m even inside I have already opened it to see a giant three zero looking at me. “Ahh dad, I got a 30!!” I screamed running into my house. “Congrats!!” My dad yawns while waking up from his nap. “And I got a 33 out of a possible 36 on the math

Open Document