How fantastic was my first grade nine semester? It was beyond 'fantastic', it was above all my expectations and led out to be a great first semester. I'm not going to lie, at first I was terrified and worried about what teachers and students might think of my crazy, bubbly personality but most of all I was TERRIFIED of the exams ahead. From all the horror stories of how students tell their tale of the "THE exam" I wasn't too thrilled with the fact of being next in line along with many others to write an exam in four months. It was all to much for me, I was bitting my nails nervously in every class trying to focus on the work given. It was not what I wanted to do for the first week of grade nine. I thought to myself every morning through night, "Am I going to get through this year?" There were questions I needed answers to, but I knew I was the one to answer the questions, I already knew I am not the student who gets 80's or 90's in applied math or English, but I can work really hard and it will surely pay off in the end. Right then and there my mind was set on a goal for each period I had. I was for certain I was successfully motivated with goals in mind and possible colleges I might attend in four years from now.
It felt like everyday was getting better, meeting new people, working hard, getting along with my peers and most of all loving life and school. It wasn't later on until I witnessed all of my confidence and hard working slip away under the surface, I was mortified and embarrassed. I couldn't believe I thought I was doing so well and (BAM) I was doing absolutely horrible. Was I paying any attention to my classes? Were my marks dropping rapidly because of my blabber mouth and social life? YES, that was it, I was caught up in the "OMG, Josh said what?" instead of "Ms. Hanta I need help in algebra" Instead of focussing on how to plot y-intercepts, I thought I was doing great but I let friends and 'social-hangouts at lunch get in the way of school, and that should never happen. I had a cocky attitude with my classes I was attending. I became oblivious to the face I might be failing math. Like any other person (or not) I had to work my butt of for the one month I had to work hard and make an improvement. It payed off, but do I tell you, NEVER leave school after "social-life" it just doesn’t work that way. It sucked a lot, I have no time on weekends and no time after school to sit and watch televison. But I made it through.
The reason I enjoyed my first semester so much was because of my mistakes, they were obvious mistakes that didn't need to be made, I knew the consequences, but I choose to ignore them completely and be involved with friends instead of homework and study club. I am now fully aware of the time spent with friends and on school. On to my second semester I taught myself to be neat and organized to feel confident in every class. I now realize how to control my time and my social-life,to not get distracted anymore. Education is far more important then partying or going out late on weekdays, it's great to have some time for yourself but you also need to be strong willed and peer into your future and focus on making a decent life style That life style is being made in highschool. The first semester was great, I couldn't ask for a better semester. I learned and fought my way through but made it through. This is a tale that is to be shared. To inspire kids out there to work hard in school. Just because all of your friends go out everyday of the week and weekends, doesn’t mean you have to. Chances are they’re failing and not caring about education, and perchance you are doing well... Keep it that way!
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