For as long as I can remember math was a struggle for me. I remember sitting on the couch for hours trying to memorize mathematical equations in elementary school. I was lucky back then, I had teachers who were willing to help me and even though I felt singled out I did appreciate it. It all changed in fifth grade for me. The teacher refused to assist me even when I tried to stay after school for help, I remember being so upset that I wasn’t doing well that my mother called and tried to reason with her. She wouldn’t budge. To this day I am not sure why she refused to help me, especially when I approached her. This was also the year that all the fundamental learning for math would happen and I didn’t receive the assistance I needed. To make the matter worse I was constantly humiliated at the white board for not understanding the math …show more content…
I find beauty in Shakespeare and I love to dissect pieces of laws for understanding. I’m passionate and love to think outside the box. My GPA is not me. I’ve proved myself time after time. I’ve preceded over college conduct cases, led numerous clubs and organizations. I give whatever I do my full attention and every ounce of passion I have. Failing to me is giving up, and I was taught at a young age to never give up so my GPA may have suffered from my inability to give up but I believe that this might not necessarily be a bad thing. Instead I learned important lessons, the lessons in life are more important that a number, a decimal and two (three) other numbers after