Not long ago, I was reminiscing with a friend about our days in middle school. She kept going on and on about how amazing her grades were back then, and I couldn’t help but think to myself, “Wait, people actually tried in middle school?” About 4 years ago, I couldn’t have cared less about the grades I received on my report card. I was perfectly content with getting a few F’s – after all, I assumed, what harm would they do me in middle school? It’s not like colleges looked at my eighth grade report card! However, I was soon going to be progressing into high school, and I had no idea the changes that were in for me; until Ms. Brown helped me open my eyes. It was the last day of eighth grade and my friends and I spent each class signing each
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The majority of my grades were poor. I had mostly F’s (but middle school offered academic recovery, so I felt that there was no harm done), a few B’s, and a single A in my eighth grade math class, the only class I ever cared about. I didn’t bother doing my work if it didn’t interest me, but I was always intrigued by mathematics. I did all of my homework for the class and got A’s on every test. However, in classes such as English and History, I was always bored out of my mind. I rarely turned in any assignments for those classes – I just couldn’t be bothered.
My last class on the last day of school was math. During the last few minutes of class I asked my teacher, Ms. Brown, to sign my yearbook. After she signed it, she sat me down and told me that she’d seen my grades, and that she knew I could do much better. She told me how much potential I had, and that I had better not waste it when I get to high school. Ms. Brown also made sure I understood that unlike middle school, your high school grades actually matter. Her words truly stuck with me and made me realize that I needed to change my thought process when it came to
The majority of my grades were poor. I had mostly F’s (but middle school offered academic recovery, so I felt that there was no harm done), a few B’s, and a single A in my eighth grade math class, the only class I ever cared about. I didn’t bother doing my work if it didn’t interest me, but I was always intrigued by mathematics. I did all of my homework for the class and got A’s on every test. However, in classes such as English and History, I was always bored out of my mind. I rarely turned in any assignments for those classes – I just couldn’t be bothered.
My last class on the last day of school was math. During the last few minutes of class I asked my teacher, Ms. Brown, to sign my yearbook. After she signed it, she sat me down and told me that she’d seen my grades, and that she knew I could do much better. She told me how much potential I had, and that I had better not waste it when I get to high school. Ms. Brown also made sure I understood that unlike middle school, your high school grades actually matter. Her words truly stuck with me and made me realize that I needed to change my thought process when it came to