I was confused, my parents didn’t tell me I was leaving school early that day but I sure didn’t complain! When I got to the office my parents were there saying they had a surprise for my brother and
They know that I really do care about school and that my teachers have had a big impact on my choice to even write this
A woman walked in and found me. She asked, and I confirmed that I had turned in the paper late. She told me that even if my intentions were good and it was an accident; I still had to be disqualified. Something inside just broke, and my confidence went down faster than lightning. I was so confused, but I knew inside that there was no way I would've been able to bring it out without getting some kind of punishment.
I did not care about how I performed or what kind of review the teacher gave my parents about me. I saw school as a horrible place that I went
Sixth Grade So Far… It really isn’t what I thought it was going to be. I thought Sixth grade was going to be really scary and hard, but it’s not super hard even though there’s more homework than in elementary. It’s easy to get to classes on time even with just four minute Passing periods.
The car screeched to a halt. Like the rain, the traffic was getting heavy. The road was congested with cars, taxis, and buses. The dense Philippine smog filled the car interior with the smell of exhaust fumes. People dashed across the streets, weaving around the vehicles.
Consequently, I asked my Grandmother why she did not want me to go to the school; being that she was the person who did not want me to go to the school the most. The reason she did not want me to go the school because she believed that I would not have a regular high school life. Which, I would reply to her the same way I would always reply to her when she would say that to me. I went through months of hearing the same argument and each time I would get angry. The worst part was when it was time for me to go to the school and be tested to get into the school.
I did not talk this is the wrong way, but I did not agree what she was talking to my parents. At the talk time she always had despised behavior, and screamed for my parents that they did not care about me that was the reason I was a stupid and could not get an A, my parents were so sad and they could not keep calm to scold me, although my grade was B. We were really worried and scared of her class; in class time, she punished us by the F grade if we tried to oppose her problem, she will use a reason that we were not respecting her in class, it looks like we were her slaves in class. And that is why I cannot sympathy to her after I finished her class, as we never can connect together, the distance is longer in a relationship between the teacher and a student. Addition, in important, environment of schools are very stress, student usually must be face with stress and more hard exams.
They both acted tough and didn't give into excuses. If you messed up, own up to it around these two. They won't let you off the hook but they did this to make their students and team better. Even if you said you were trying your best, they didn't accept that because accepting that will lead you to failure. They just wanted to make you better even if it is tough.
I am extremely excited to be able to study abroad, however my GPA is a possible deterrent to this opportunity. Last semester, I had 16 credits and it was my first semester in the business school. I also began a role as peer mentor, switched jobs mid semester, and moved off campus as well. All of this adjustment contributed to my semester not starting off as strong as it should have. I really struggled with Accounting 100.
I really didn’t want to disappoint my parents with this news as well. “Sure I will stay after, how much can you bring up my grade before report cards?” I questioned. “I can put it up however much I
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
They were angry with me because if I had told them earlier, they could have helped me get my grades
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
On that day, I not only get late for my first lecture but I also had a fight with my mother. She was telling me to clean my room before I leave which was not less than a lecture for me in the early morning. I get frustrated and not only said her some rude words but was quite loud to her. I left the house in anger therefore I didn’t attend the first lecture. Meanwhile to spend some time I went to cafeteria.
