Essay #1- math and me
When I first learned about math I was nervous I thought I wouldn’t learn how to do it or be good at it or maybe not be able to keep up with the others. When I finally started doing it I realized I was actually pretty good at it so I kept practicing and learning new things and then third grade came and we had to do multiplication and times tables, I wasn’t thrilled. I didn’t quite get it at first and took me a while to get the hang of it. I just remember doing mad minutes, which where completing fifty multiplication problems on a piece of paper in under one minute. I could never finish it I always got stick on the higher numbers like eight’s and nine’s. But with practice that eventually went away. Then I coasted until my sophomore year of high school, I was filling out my schedule for my junior year. There was a new teacher named Alexis Rivera, I thought hey it’s a new teacher, it’s a female why not give it a try. So the next year came and was I totally wrong, this teacher was not new and was not a female. It was actually a French male who studied school in Mexico at the age of fourteen, he also taught in Mexico and France and he had a strong accent which was hard to understand. So I thought ok, I can do this still it’s just algebra two no big deal, so a couple weeks went by and it was like a train hit me and didn’t stop or even brake, I was so lost. He soon realized that everyone in the class was lost, so he changed up everything with notes and showing more examples then actually talking about since it was so hard to understand him. And I was already so far behind and lost I had no motivation to do anything in his class anymore. So when I was getting warning grade reports sent to my house and to my coaches and they saw I was getting an F in math, so they weren’t very happy and neither was I. And you can guess my classmates and I weren’t very happy with our teacher and our choice of choosing him for this class. So I went to my...
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