Many kids like myself are blessed with the capability to understand and remember things just by actively participating in the class discussion and listening to their teachers. In history most kids could just read the chapter and take the test right away! It just irks me to no end when
Never did I enjoy staying after school just to fill up grades I never wanted to fail. I had to work twice as hard as all the other students because I really wanted to go on to the next grade. What motivated me to keep
It was becoming more complex, especially in math. I enjoyed the challenge even if I didn’t fully understand, so I would ask my friends at school for help. They would always be happy to, and even laughed with me about the silly mistakes I would make because I was never careful to pay attention to
I have always strived for that perfect A. Through middle school, it always came easy too. When I sat down in class, after my first test, I couldn’t stop biting my nails, and I sat nervously in my seat. I realized from that day, I was going to have to put forth a strong effort in my tests to battle my weakness. Today, I constantly struggle with test taking.
My parents push me to be the best that I can be, which sometimes I don’t care what they are saying, don’t they understand that 9th grade is hard? And then I read that quote again, yeah yesterday was a lot easier than today but then is today going to be easier than tomorrow? I can’t say, I just have to know that with each passing day I read that quote I know there is NO easy day, unless I make it that
Eventually, I have this huge passion for math. To me math is like a magnetic object that I get attracted to, it all thanks to dad. He sat down with me to learn the timetable, helped me with problem-solving and all these big numbers I had to deal
Math was something I was always good at because I looked at it like a challenge to my intellect, I am right or I am wrong. On one occasion when I was doing math work in class, my teacher asked me to do complex math problems, and I did them with no problem. My teacher was surprised I could do them; in fact she took me out of special education for math because of this. Now this gave me an outlook that my teacher did not know my potential as a student and she was not going to challenge me. She was just going to give me work based on what she thought my ability was.
I strived to succeed, so when I didn’t do my best I would get very upset with myself and try harder until I was the best. I hate the feeling of failure especially when I knew that I had tried my very hardest. My parents always told me try your hardest or don’t try at all, so anytime I lost at something I felt like I was letting them down. Like I said before the best feeling in the world is when your parents show pride in you, well how awesome that feels is coinciding with how horrible it feels when they are upset with me. Through the years I have learned what I am good at and what I don’t excel in.
He worked more than most dads, but in his off time he coached me and my friends. He not only was my dad but he was my coach, and as my coach he taught teamwork, dedication, and to believe in yourself. He not only taught this to me but he taught the team this too. I never got treated like a coach’s kid which was a good thing and a bad thing. I didn’t get special treatment; I had to work harder than anyone else to make sure that I earned my spot.
I’ve learned in my past years of reading and writing is that there is no perfect way to do it. It took me a lot of practice to be able to overcome my worst fear of learning how to read. I never thought being a bad reader would have happened to me, but it did. I learned that if I set my mind to becoming a better reading it would happen, which it