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Failing? How is my son failing? That is the question my mother asked my seventh grade teacher while preparing herself to lecture me. Meanwhile, a distressed pre-teen sat in his room thinking to himself “as if she could possibly understand what is going on in that classroom.” So the process began, the struggle, the recovery, and the takeover.
The beginning of my seventh grade year was possibly the hardest start beginning a school year ever. Now do not get me wrong my class was not the best acting class ever, but my class surely was not the worst. My classroom disrupted the class a lot while the teacher tried to teach math, so he would stop teaching to lecture the class. The punishment we had was writing sentences. It was always difficult trying to write and pay attention to what was going on in class at the same time. Now someone could say, “well that is the punishment for acting up in class.” The situation was not that simple. If the class collectively would act up the teacher refused teach the class or give the whole class writing assignments. After the teacher gave out a writing assignment he would give us our assignment for the day. I would constantly look at the teacher dumbfounded as I asked to …show more content…
The constant disruption had become a serious problem. The class was doing terrible in almost every subject. In fact, it was so bad that he said that we could stay after school to do make-up test or corrections on any homework we had. I stayed after school constantly asking him about my grade and trying to get help on my math assignment. When I got home my mom would usually tell me “you are struggling now, wait until you get to high school, it will eat you up.” I laughed it off and used it as motivation to push myself. I would continually stay after school, slowly raising my grade percent by percent. I did not care if the teacher would teach or not i refused to fail any of my
Failing? How is my son failing? That is the question my mother asked my seventh grade teacher while preparing herself to lecture me. Meanwhile, a distressed pre-teen sat in his room thinking to himself “as if she could possibly understand what is going on in that classroom.” So the process began, the struggle, the recovery, and the takeover.
The beginning of my seventh grade year was possibly the hardest start beginning a school year ever. Now do not get me wrong my class was not the best acting class ever, but my class surely was not the worst. My classroom disrupted the class a lot while the teacher tried to teach math, so he would stop teaching to lecture the class. The punishment we had was writing sentences. It was always difficult trying to write and pay attention to what was going on in class at the same time. Now someone could say, “well that is the punishment for acting up in class.” The situation was not that simple. If the class collectively would act up the teacher refused teach the class or give the whole class writing assignments. After the teacher gave out a writing assignment he would give us our assignment for the day. I would constantly look at the teacher dumbfounded as I asked to …show more content…
The constant disruption had become a serious problem. The class was doing terrible in almost every subject. In fact, it was so bad that he said that we could stay after school to do make-up test or corrections on any homework we had. I stayed after school constantly asking him about my grade and trying to get help on my math assignment. When I got home my mom would usually tell me “you are struggling now, wait until you get to high school, it will eat you up.” I laughed it off and used it as motivation to push myself. I would continually stay after school, slowly raising my grade percent by percent. I did not care if the teacher would teach or not i refused to fail any of my