It was a Monday afternoon,when I received the scores from my eighth grade state mandated standardized test. I was new to the Georgia educational system and I had just become accustomed to it. As the teacher passed out the scores, I was suddenly struck with a wave of anxiety. I began to analyze the results of the math section of the standardized test. and that when my enthusiasm for the results began to diminish. Life was peaceful and smooth, when I was raised in Alabama. I was a willing learner, willing to work hard and strive to be my best inside and outside of school. When I moved to Georgia in November of my eighth grade year, I was excited about the new things to come such as meeting new people, and adjusting to a new living environment. I knew there were going to be some challenges that I had to overcome, especially being the new girl on the block, but I did not know Math was going to be one of them.
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Ever day, my teacher would create a learning activity to increase the chances of her students exceeding the standardized test. When scores were reported weeks later, I finally received the scores from the county. I failed. The scores on the Math section heavily affected me emotionally and mentally. That afternoon, I returned home to tell my mother how well I have done on the test. IN the process of telling her that I failed the Math section of the standardized test, I began to stumble on my words, because I felt humiliated and
Ever day, my teacher would create a learning activity to increase the chances of her students exceeding the standardized test. When scores were reported weeks later, I finally received the scores from the county. I failed. The scores on the Math section heavily affected me emotionally and mentally. That afternoon, I returned home to tell my mother how well I have done on the test. IN the process of telling her that I failed the Math section of the standardized test, I began to stumble on my words, because I felt humiliated and