Someone once told me, “You can do anything if you put your mind to it.” Has there ever been a time when you felt that you couldn’t do something, no matter how much you tried? There have been many times in my life where I have felt that I couldn’t do something. It became frustrating and overwhelming and I just wanted to give up. But the people around me wouldn’t let me give up on myself.
I’ll give you the most recent time I felt I couldn’t do something. So I’m in eighth grade and I have all honors classes. However, since school has started I’ve failed to realize how I ended up in Algebra 1. I am not good at math at all. So being that I wasn’t good at math I became worried and started to feel like I couldn’t nor I wouldn’t pass this class. But
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my teacher, Mr. Anderson has helped me along the way and for the first few weeks I was kind of getting a feel on things and started not to worry. But then the day came to start writing equations for slopes and using the domain and range to find the y-intercept and graph all of it. I had already been worried because I didn’t know how to find the domain and range from looking at a graph and I didn’t know how to write it in the proper form. I’d gotten so worried to the point where I was asking everyone I knew for help. No matter how hard they tried to explain to me, I couldn’t grasp the concept. I began to panic because the test was Tuesday and it had already made Friday. My mom would usually help me but even she couldn’t help me get the concept. I felt stupid because everyone else in the class had it and I didn’t. I would call myself names because I couldn’t do it. I didn’t go to cheerleading practice because I was searching up other ways to find out about the lesson, and that didn’t work either. I had finally come to a conclusion. I just was going to get switched out of that class. Yeah, that was totally going to help me because regular math classes don’t have to take that test. I was super excited thinking that. So Monday came and when I went to math class I said, “Mr. Anderson I have to talk to you.” “What is about?” He questioned “Well,-“ “You’re not getting out of this class. “What?” “I’m not letting you get out of this class.” “But I don’t know this stupid stuff.
I’ve been trying to do this since last week!”
“Just work with me. I told you I got you.”
So that idea had totally gone out the window. I was stuck in a hole and nobody could pull me out. Maybe it was a good idea he wasn’t going to let me get switched because my mom didn’t approve neither did my friends. But Tuesday made its way towards me and I got more anxious as the hours increased. I had math in fourth period and it was already the middle of third. I was going to fake sick but I was going to have to make it up anyway, so I chucked it up and decided there was no way I wouldn’t have to take this test. I went into Mr. Anderson’s class got my test and began working. It was just as complex as I thought it would be. It took me the whole class period to complete it. I knew my grade already a big fat F is what was. Wednesday came, and so did fourth period. I knew my grade would drop and I had failed that test. He began passing out the test to review our grades. I got mines last he turned it face down and waited for me to turn it over. I didn’t want to look, so he flipped it over for me. A+, I had an A+ on that test. “Stop worrying so much lil’ girl!” he said. I couldn’t believe it. I did
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