I suppose being pedantic is one of my biggest flaws. Whenever I fail at something it’s always as if the world has ended, and that’s especially prevalent in school. Maintaining high grades has always been pressured on me, whether it’s by myself or by my parents. This wasn’t always a challenge though. Elementary teachers were more hesitant to fail and give bad grades to me and other children, as to not discourage us from learning. I just assumed that nothing would change when I got into middle school and that it would be the exact same as before. I was wrong. It was soon after I had arrived that I realized that the coddling and needless praising abruptly stops in middle school.
It was in sixth grade when I failed my first test. I had this perception
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So I was shocked when I saw I had gotten an F. It was an algebra quiz, something that wasn’t really my strong point. Still, I had always gotten passing grades on every math test before then. “What had changed?”, I thought to myself. At first I didn’t think studying had anything to do with the results. I thought that somehow I just didn’t know math anymore, as if my brain had been stolen or had been infected with some disease that only affected my abilities to do algebra. I panicked. Up until then, nothing like this had ever happened. I constantly kept beating myself up about what I had done. I had convinced myself that I was the same grade that glared back at me whenever I looked at the paper. I tried ignoring the quiz afterwards. I hid it from my parents and had written it off as a one time thing that would never happen again. I figured that if my parents were to find out about this, that they’d be ashamed to be my mom and dad. They didn’t raise a failure. It was getting harder to concentrate during school. I found myself often getting lost in lectures, or daydreaming about anything but what I was supposed to be …show more content…
Not only that, it spread to other classes. I now wasn’t as invested as I used to be in not only math, but also science. Science used to be one of my favorite subjects, I always enjoyed experimenting and coming up with hypotheses for various lab reports. I just didn’t have the motivation to enjoy those things anymore. It wasn’t until the last quarter of the year where I turned myself around.
“Alright class”, the teacher announced, “we’re doing a lab report on cookies”. “However, if you don’t turn in all of the assignments I have planned, you won’t get to participate in
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
My father had fallen ill and was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Coming from a Latino family, I knew it was serious. Men don't go to the doctor unless they really feel like they're on their death bed. And this was my father's turn. But, he is not to blame for my failures because every night that he would call me, his first two questions were always "How was your day?" followed by "Did you do all your homework mija?" As always I told him yes when I really hadn't even opened my backpack. 2.32. The number that signified my first real academic failure. I blamed everyone and anything except for the real culprit. Finally, I realized that this was true all my own fault. If my father had died, I would've had to see him on his death bed knowing I got a 2.32. Yes, I know a 2.32 isn't failing, but the look of disappointment I got from him shattered my world. He told me I shouldn't let things get in my way, school is all I have going for me in my life. He was right. Although he still struggled with his health, I made it my #1 goal to never fall below a 3.0 GPA. I realize that my life doesn't revolve around a number, but it pained me to disappoint my
A few months ago, after a rather discouraging math test, the results confirmed my fears. I had failed the test. For many people, this wouldn’t be a huge deal, but for me, it felt like my life had just crashed down before my eyes.
This deep dive into self-knowledge occurred when I received my first progress report for second semester Ninth Grade Algebra. To say that I was put into a space of shock and awe is an understatement; I was outraged. I was completing all my assignments and turning in homework, but my poor test grades were obliterating my grade.
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
Some may ask why is life hard. Life is an amazing thing and we shouldn’t take the greatness of it for granted. Today you are going to hear a story about a young teenagers life that has been hiding stuff for his family. This young boy in the story makes it through the struggle he is going through. This is something we all have to do keep our head up and keep going no matter what.
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
Ever since the day I took that Algebra 1 test, my cheeks have been stained by the tears of failure and I will never forget how it
The way Belle Vernon set up their middle school program is the only grades in there were 7th and 8th. I had only one year of middle school at Belle Vernon and one year here at Yough. The biggest memory of mine was the field day we had last year and how much fun it was. We spent all day outside until our skin was peeling like a banana. We had tournaments in many different sports, we met kids from Marion, and we didn't have class all day.
“Goodbye,” broken and hesitant as I could barely get the words out. Waving back at me was Aman. A small boy who would change my life forever.
Math was always confusing to me no one could really get through to me about how it really worked, my parents even started paying for tutoring at this tutoring place and we stopped because she couldn 't get through to me either. I had one good year in math freshman year I had it all together I was getting A’s and B’s left and right the assistant teacher just knew I knew how to do it. It all just fell apart after that year geometry, I couldn’t handle geometry I always dangled on the edge of a C in that class I needed to keep that up, because my parents would have grounded me for the whole summer if I got a D so I did my best to keep a C. The fist final of the year, it wasn’t easy, but the test we took before we did in groups so I had people who knew what they were doing to help me through it was an easy B which boosted my grade enough to get a C for my final grade in the first semester which saved me from my parents grounding me. It was going pretty bad I had homework assignments that I didn’t do because most nights I would just get a headache and just fall asleep because I didn 't understand how to do it. I still had to do the study guide and the other study guides so I didn’t get it all done, I wasn’t studying and the night before the final I studied as hard as I could because I knew what I needed to get a C so I studied as much as I
The third grade was an exceptionally awkward time for me, more so than even the middle school and freshman tween years. The elementary school I was attending was mostly fed by one specific kindergarten, and since my parents had me go to a private preschool, I didn’t know anyone my first day. This didn’t stop me from making friends once I got acquainted with the system, but I definitely remembered the feeling of not knowing anyone, or at least the over-dramatized version of the incident my eight year old self remembered. Fast forward to the fifth grade, when we had a new student transfer in. He had just moved to California from mainland China, and since I lived in the heavily chinese Bay Area, no one really paid any attention to the new kid
At first, failure was none of my business: I did not really care how high or low my grades were. But when I suddenly experienced what failure was like, I did not like it one bit. In fact, a fear started to grow within me. It was like a hideous, chupacabra-like alien had landed on my territory and I felt I had to do everything to get rid of it. I studied mathematics very hard: harder than I ever had before. I studied how to divide 9 by 3 and 8 by 4, even if I so despised numbers to my very core. I did not like them because they made things abstract to me. Things which I knew became unknown w...
My school life is a roller coaster with its ups and downs and loopty loops. During the first two of high school I was doing great and handing in my work and assignments on time, but at the end of grade 10 I failed my grade 10 math by 1 point off. Normally people look back and review what they did and didn’t do at and move forward and improve themselves, but I took the failing a class pretty hard and overthink what I did and didn’t do. Grade 11 was difficult for me and I have trouble with staying focus on my work, because I was too worry and scared of failing my classes and letting my family