Academic Autobiography

         When I started school I was four or five years old I started a year late. I went to Vermont Elementary school. Most of my elementary years are a blur, the only thing I can clearly remember was crying every morning because I did not want to go to school. Only a few of my teachers in elementary liked me. They always said that I wouldn’t do my work and I would sleep in class.

         My kindergarten teacher loved me even till this day when I see her she says “hi” and starts a conversation. In first grade I always just blended in I never stuck out. Second grade was my best year the teacher liked me and I met my best friends, I had good grades and my parents were happy with me. Through third grade and fifth grade I had really low grades and my teachers didn’t like me. I’ve always been a quite and shy student at first, but once I meet people and I get comfortable I talk a lot.
 
      When I reached middle school it was no different my teachers didn’t like me and I didn’t have good grades. I attended James A. Foshay for sixth through eighth grade. When I started sixth grade I had the same teacher for four of my classes. Her name was Ms. Garcia she never liked me because on the first day of school I got to school late and I never liked talking out loud. I understood every thing we were learning I passed her final and a lot of her test but I still didn’t pass her classes because I would always get kicked out from the class.

        When I walked into my first class the first thing I thought about was finding some one I new from elementary and stay with them. That day I found Caroline that year we became best friends. In the beginning of seventh grade my teachers liked me I did a lot of my work but, I talked a lot more because I knew every one in my classes. The rest of my classes were okay but I never really stood out I would just sit in the back of the class doing my work and listening to music. In the middle of seventh grade I stopped doing my work my grades dropped and I was absent a lot because of personal reasons at home. When I started eighth grade I was still having trouble in my classes and I was still having trouble at home. I was put in really low classes and I had to work hard to catch up on everything I missed when I was absent. I didn’t go much higher since I was still absent a lot. At the end eighth I knew I wasn’t going to walked the stage unless I changed my classes and my English teacher loved me because I always did all her work and tried really hard. I explained to her and she helped me switch my classes and the only space available was in the honor classes and she promise every one I was going to try very hard so they switched me and I graduated in honor classes.

       When I first started ninth grade I knew I had to do better so I was absent less and I did all my work I got mostly good grades. I understood math for the first time and I was passing it but when my grandma passed away I was absent to school for a week or so. When I got back I was sad and I didn’t feel like doing my work my grades dropped but not by much since they were very high. When I started tenth my grades were really low I failed one quarter of English and didn’t get much higher grades in my other classes. When I started eleventh grade I made a promised to my grandmother, my family, and myself to try harder. For now it’s too early to tell but I’ve been trying really hard and I hope I pass.