Entering, I still had a love for writing and reading mysteries and English was something I really enjoyed because I succeeded in it. However, during the first parent-teacher conference, “ Tina…is not really a good student… her writing just isn 't meeting the standards...” is all that I heard. “ Tina… your MAP reading score dropped 10 points, this must be a mistake”, my test scores began to drop again and I did not realize why. I worked and studied strenuously, however, “ This is not an acceptable grade for this class” is all my teachers told me. I began reading huge chapter books and challenging myself to try new things; my English grade continued to remain low. Days became weeks and weeks became months and soon I was entering middle school dreading English, dreading reading, dreading writing and I just lost interest. I plateaued and returned to the same situation, I had at my old school; however, this time, I did not have the aid of my mom and I regressed back to my shy personality. I completely lost hope, my ego and my will to succeed. Yes, I know, I am making this seem like one gigantic Shakespearean tragedy, but at the time I was a stressed out fifth grader and felt like my life was falling
Entering, I still had a love for writing and reading mysteries and English was something I really enjoyed because I succeeded in it. However, during the first parent-teacher conference, “ Tina…is not really a good student… her writing just isn 't meeting the standards...” is all that I heard. “ Tina… your MAP reading score dropped 10 points, this must be a mistake”, my test scores began to drop again and I did not realize why. I worked and studied strenuously, however, “ This is not an acceptable grade for this class” is all my teachers told me. I began reading huge chapter books and challenging myself to try new things; my English grade continued to remain low. Days became weeks and weeks became months and soon I was entering middle school dreading English, dreading reading, dreading writing and I just lost interest. I plateaued and returned to the same situation, I had at my old school; however, this time, I did not have the aid of my mom and I regressed back to my shy personality. I completely lost hope, my ego and my will to succeed. Yes, I know, I am making this seem like one gigantic Shakespearean tragedy, but at the time I was a stressed out fifth grader and felt like my life was falling