At one point in time i went through moments when i didnt feel like doing anything in result i went into a deep dark place. When I was younger, I had a rough time in school I never wanted to go. It started at home and carried on into my schooling. After my mom and dad divorced, I went into a deep depression and it affected me severely, especially when it came to school. I was used to doing things like going over homework with my parents together and just studying . Going to school and getting a education was always a big thing in my house as i was growing up. Unfornetly once my parents split everything went down hill I started avoiding everything school related. I didn't want to do anything that requeried me to do alot of work, I would goof around and do just enough to get by. Whenever I was actually at school, I really wouldn't take it too serious I wouldn't do homework like i was supposed too and I would barely pay attention in class. I would either goof arround …show more content…
Even though I was at this alternative school, I still wasn't taking it too serious, which was very foolish of me only because I knew how serious it was at this point especially since it was my senior year. I just felt like I was so far behind that it was impossible and pointless to catch up. I ended up going to this alternative school for 2 years before it hit me that this is the real deal. I buckled down and started payng attention in my classes, and even started taking night clases to get more learning in. I finally passed all my proficiencies except the math one. But I obviously still couldn't graduate so I started looking into alternative online schooling, That's when I found out about Penn Foster. I did a lot of research on the school and found out that by deciding to attend Penn Foster I was able to catch up on everything I didn't take seriously when I was actually in public and alternative
During my freshman year in high school, my mother remarried and I had to move from Colorado to Kentucky. One year later, we relocated back to Colorado after they divorced. During my junior year in high school, my mother remarried again and I had to change schools again, although we remained in Colorado. Thus, I did not have a sense of continuity during high school and although I recognized that my path would lead me to college, I was not ready to commit myself to school full time. Instead I went to work full time as a grocery clerk and worked my way up to assistant manager. I then moved into customer service work and finally fell into an advertising manager position. I took several night courses during this period until I was ready to commit to school full time. Although I could have continued with work, I knew that it was not what I wanted to do and once I committed myself to attending school and realized that I wanted to study Sociology, I have proven myself to be an above average student. This past year, I earned all "A"s in my courses.
I was trying to be too many things and it all came crashing down at me. Swallowing my grief for my beloved grandmother’s death and trying to get into the mental state for school was hard for me. I never handled grief or even dealt with death, this was new for me. Everyone handles grief a different way, my way was keeping busy not being idle. Because if I was not, then I would be thinking of the loss that I felt in my life. Working after school was different from me as well, I never really worked while I was in high school and that was the first semester I did. I noticed soon that I can’t keep up with both acts. School and working was not mixed well for me, but I couldn’t quit I had to keep the job going, because my little paycheck helped make my mother’s ends meet. I had to remember that she was the reason why I was doing
I always had a feeling that I’d end up in psych ward, never knew what for though, but I always thought I’d have a better reason than I do now. Long story short: I tried to kill myself.
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
Throughout my four years in high school I have been fortunate enough to fulfill many of my aspirations and my thirst for knowledge. One goal that I would like to achieve is to become an international attorney. I have aligned my involvement in specific academic and extra-curricular activities to aid me preparing for the long road between my present situation and the day I pass the bar exam. Through my high school activities I have learned three virtues that I have deemed necessary to achieve my goal, passion, self-discipline, and perseverance.
I felt I had managed my anxiety, however I didn 't see that it was starting to affect my school work in other ways. My classmates were reading books and their vocabulary was rapidly expanding while I was stuck in my metaphorical happy place. I was essentially being left behind. With my vocabulary lacking I started getting worse grades on reports and general class work. Just like reading I started to avoid writing papers and using atypical words. When it came time to turn things in there was always an excuse, I resented writing papers and in the rare event that I did turn something in it was always rushed and incomplete. I would eventually get these rushed papers back, it felt like the teacher matched me word for word with corrections as if she was trying to compete with me on my own
I’m not sure but, I think I was still in what the kids call “the dumb hallway”. After a few months a new student came and we became good friends. We had a lot of thing that we liked, she always dragged me around to people and she was slowly pulling me out of my shell. I was becoming so happy. After a few months, I was in my room and I was thinking back about my life. There were a few tears and I was thinking to myself, what I was doing. I came to realize I didn’t have it bad as other people; I wasn’t the only one that was lonely. I went to sleep after that I found out it was 6:00 so, what I did was went down stairs and went to my garage. I went down there because, there was a punching bag sitting there to relive my stress. After, hour my grandma came down and said to
Motivation is an important source of help towards succeeding. We can receive it from our family, friends, and our teachers. The one thing that I have realized about the alternative school is that the teachers and staff will never give up on you. In most public schools the teachers tend to give up easily on a failing student because they don't have the time and opportunity to get to know you and work with you. It is different here at Rose Alternative High School. The teachers continue to push you to work harder, to never give up.
I’ve learned the rules of the game we call “school”. It has defeated me, I’ve played it twice as harder than anyone else, and I’ve changed it. When I was in the third grade I was held back and became an IEP student, due to my reading level being low. At the time I felt like I was a huge failure not only to myself but also to my family. I didn’t care about becoming an IEP student; I just didn’t want to be in the same grade as my sister. After going through all the paperwork, I started getting the help I desperately need. I had a tutor at school that volunteered her time to help me. I also had a family friend who came to my house to help me. When I was transitioning from Elementary school to Middle school, I began to gain some confidence in myself
Middle school was a amazing experience, for me anyway. I, myself have changed tremendously from the beginning of 6th grade to the end of 8th grade. Not just in appearance either, on the inside as well.
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
Because I didn’t try hard enough in school. My education comes before everything else and I didn’t put it first. Everyone goes through tough times, and I know by now that my life isn’t easy. My family has a lot of issues; we aren’t emotionally supportive, we show tough love, we treat each other badly. I don’t have many friends to support me either. I do have my boyfriend Earl who supports everything I do, and gives me the push to stay in school and further my future in pursuing a career. Being in what seems like a lonely place, having family problems, and not making enough money I was overwhelmed but none of this is new to me. I should have been able to just push past it because I’ve been in similar situations before. And instead I let the feelings of being tired, unmotivated, and upset get the best of me. I know how I should have handled each of these situations, but I didn’t because I care too much for my family. I know I should have just blocked everything out and focused on coming to class, doing my homework, and studying. But I didn’t all because I was being lazy. I know I could have done so much better if I would have focused on school and not so much on my personal
As I was more comfortable with the reality I pushed myself to move forward and listen to my mentor’s guidance as they already graduated and know the experience. They wanted me to shine and be big one day. I remember how a year ago I was so behind in my math class had an F- and I honestly felt like dropping out because I didn’t have that hope inside me anymore. My friend Daniesha came to the rescue and talked to me about the program and told me dropping out was not the answer there was many available resources for
During the years of 2014-2015 when I was a senior in high school, I had one of the lowest and highest points in my life that I can vividly remember. The lowest point began when I got my class rank, and I realized that it was not high enough for me to get into my dream school UT. I have always had low self-esteem but after that, it plummeted even further. However, that fall I kept hope and still applied. Around February I had found out that I was not accepted and I was shattered. During this time, it was hard for me to find motivation to do anything. All I wanted to do was sleep regardless of the time, which to me was a strong indication that something was wrong. This continued until about May when I
This was it. I was expelled from the school. My life was over. I didn’t care about my other friends who were with me; they all kind of disappeared away from me. All I was thinking of now was myself and the trouble I was in and predicting what will happen when will get home and tell this story to my parents.