How To Establish A Personal Reflective Essay

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For most of my years in school I have been on the honor roll, I was a “strong” and hardworking student. For some reason I would pass most of my test without studying, I was an extremely well guesser. For a long time I didn’t understand most of the material in school, I just got by and somehow got good grades. It was because of one thing, the teachers didn’t care about the work we did. I went to minority schools where getting an A wasn’t a big deal, where studying was laughed at and speaking proper was only used when at a job interview. The way I speak affects the way I write, I write exactly how I talk. My heritage, where I am from and where I went to school are all apart of my literacy narrative. My hispanic heritage has affected the way I pronounce words. My family talked to me in spanish and english as a baby, when I started to attend school I only spoke english. I lost some on the spanish language but I still have trouble pronouncing certain words. I have trouble speaking because I get caught up in my words, sometimes …show more content…
I did not like school throughout elementary, middle and the beginning of high school because I felt like no one pushed me or had any faith in my education. When I was a sophomore in high school I changed my entire outlook on my education and became studious. To learn material I had to use resources outside of school and take responsibility for my education. I began to realize that without education I could not succeed and I would just be another person who graduated from Graham High School, the school with very little potential. I began to earn good grades and I got involved with clubs, sports and I even became the student body president of my high school. I began to increase my reading level on my own and started to work on how I pronounce words, so I could better myself. I made a decision to prove everyone wrong and attend college with an academic

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