My ninth grade was pretty cool until the last week of school I let my mouth get the best of me and said some things that I really should’ve not said and because I did I earned the next semester at the alternative school. When school started back I was very sad because I had to go to the “bad” school with all the “bad” kids and I was very nervous. Once I got there it was pretty cool and I really enjoyed it because the classes were smaller and you got more one on one help. My grades went up and my mom decided that I should spend the rest of the year there, which really messed me up because they did not offer any elective classes only the basics . My eleventh grade year was also a disaster because of the struggle of passing my biology state test and I was really distracted and just wanted to go back to the alternative school but my mom and the principle would not send me back.
But, her foster parents supported her as much as they could, and encouraged her to become involved in school academics and sports to keep her active and busy. The turning point for the family came one day when Nai was sent to her middle school’s principal’s office for wearing a sleeveless shirt. The principal called Nai’s foster mom to come to the school for a meeting. Nai recalls, “When my foster mom arrived at the principal’s office, she said, ‘My daughter hasn’t done anything wrong.’ She backed me up and supported me.” It was then that Nai realized that her foster mom would, “always be there for me and support
I went to play with my friends, but they were mean to me. I walked into the coat room and hid behind a big puffy coat until I heard my teacher yell that recess was over. When I got home I went straight to my room and began to cry. I didn’t want to tell my parents I was retarded. I didn’t want them to know.
I then began attending number eleven school where I made one friend only because she lived down the block from where I just moved. Once I started at number eleven and met my new teacher and classmates I was nervous and a lot of the kids did not seem to like the fact I was there. The day I stepped into that class was the day my life changed and has shaped me into the person I am today. I was four years old when my family and I moved to Jersey City Heights. My time living there I was happy and I started
I never imagined myself taking an AP English class. Upon first arriving in the U.S, I was extremely lonely, lacking any friends or family to share those lonely feeling. At school, I struggled in every class and struggled to make friends with other kids. While at home, television and games provided my only companionship. I missed Vietnam, longing for delicious authentic Vietnamese foods and the love of my big family and closing friends.
As an example, Loke was nervous about joining the swim team at school, but did very well once encouraged. At age six, she had some trouble with math, but with some after school tutoring and fun-math related activities at home, she succeeded again. When Loke younger and her younger sister fought, they were each put into a separate room and required to remain there until they could play together peacefully. I believe that this parenting style was the best choice for Loke and she has grown up well because of
In the beginning of the novel, Melinda is traumatized. She is often alone and chooses to separate herself from the world because of her life in high school. For example, in “Welcome to Merryweather High” at her first day of school Melinda thinks, “I’m clan less. I wasted the last weeks of August watching bad cartoons. I didn’t go to the mall, the lake, or the pool, or answer the phone.
The mandatory age to drop out of high school is 18. After conducting many researches I strongly believe that this should remain the same. Although many students believe that they are not achieving anything from school and may feel it is a waste of time. Still not an excuse to drop out all dropping out do is make your life harder. At age 16 my aunty dropped out of high school and her life has been a living hell ever since.
For months, we enthusiastically planned out the details to go to Kenny Chesney’s concert, even to what we were going to wear. Kate seemed eager, until two days before the concert, when she told me she couldn’t go anymore. Her excuses were the usual ones “I have a bunch of homework,” “I have chores to do,” and “I’m too tired.” I was heartbroken. Although she tried to gain back my trust by assuring me that she would go some other time, I could never believe her. Her perspective had been different from mine.
For many years I was scared to go to college because I thought I wasn’t college material. Hearing Capitan Mark Kelly speak about being an underachiever, and a “not so great” student really helped me see that light at the end of the tunnel. When final build up the courage with in myself, I enrolled into San Jacinto College. The only thing that stood in the way was that standardize test. I had to take the entry exam after five years of not being in school.