BAM! I closed my car’s door and walked towards my brand new house. I moved to Cary, North Carolina, and had very high expectations about this place. I wanted to go to a good college, like UNC, and get good grades. I moved from Toronto, Canada, and I was missing all of my good friends that I had left behind. In 6 days, I was going to attend a new school, West Cary Middle School. I was in 7th grade, and it was definitely going to be difficult, considering that I was going to a new school in the middle of the school year. “Help with the boxes,” my dad said. “Coming!” I briskly yelled as a response. I moved around a lot in the past few years and had a lot of experience on how to deal with boxes. “Ouch!” I said. I dropped the box on my foot, and
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The day before the first day at my new school. I was excited, nervous, happy, sad, cranky, all these feelings were just balled up into one. The thing I feared the most was my grades. I was a bright student back in Canada, but I might not be one over here. “Go to bed, Kanika. You have a very big day tomorrow.”My mom said. After hours passing by I was finally able to fall asleep. DA DING DA DING DA DING. My stupid alarm went off. I hated this part of the day. I knew I had to be happy today because it was a fresh start and I had so many new opportunities lying ahead of me. I was getting ready, running around my house, yelling at my parents for making me late. It felt like things were getting back to normal. Normal normal. I got out of my car and walked towards my new school. I looked up at the school, and it said “West Cary Middle School.”This was my new school, and I knew I was going to love …show more content…
I had C’s and D’s in all my classes and I felt like a failure. I tried so hard in all my classes but I wasn’t able to get the grades I wanted. Soon enough 2nd semester started, and it was a brand new start. A lot of other students and I got a new math teacher because the school received a new teacher and they needed random students to join her class. My new math teacher’s name was Mrs. Marshall, and I absolutely loved her. I talked to her about all my issues because I felt like I could trust her. She was so friendly and understanding. I was so thankful to have a teacher like her. I started staying after school with her to catch up on some of the old material and skills that were crucial to what we were learning in class. She assisted me on quizzes and tests by letting me retake them and by going over my mistakes. I still remember her voice and how she would go up to the board and show me how to solve complex problems. She repeatedly kept saying, “Kanika, y=mx+b is slope-intercept form.”She was a phenomenal teacher and saved my grade. She was the one person that was able to help me understand the difficult and useless world of math. Math was never my favorite subject but I started to enjoy it because of
The day before the first day at my new school. I was excited, nervous, happy, sad, cranky, all these feelings were just balled up into one. The thing I feared the most was my grades. I was a bright student back in Canada, but I might not be one over here. “Go to bed, Kanika. You have a very big day tomorrow.”My mom said. After hours passing by I was finally able to fall asleep. DA DING DA DING DA DING. My stupid alarm went off. I hated this part of the day. I knew I had to be happy today because it was a fresh start and I had so many new opportunities lying ahead of me. I was getting ready, running around my house, yelling at my parents for making me late. It felt like things were getting back to normal. Normal normal. I got out of my car and walked towards my new school. I looked up at the school, and it said “West Cary Middle School.”This was my new school, and I knew I was going to love …show more content…
I had C’s and D’s in all my classes and I felt like a failure. I tried so hard in all my classes but I wasn’t able to get the grades I wanted. Soon enough 2nd semester started, and it was a brand new start. A lot of other students and I got a new math teacher because the school received a new teacher and they needed random students to join her class. My new math teacher’s name was Mrs. Marshall, and I absolutely loved her. I talked to her about all my issues because I felt like I could trust her. She was so friendly and understanding. I was so thankful to have a teacher like her. I started staying after school with her to catch up on some of the old material and skills that were crucial to what we were learning in class. She assisted me on quizzes and tests by letting me retake them and by going over my mistakes. I still remember her voice and how she would go up to the board and show me how to solve complex problems. She repeatedly kept saying, “Kanika, y=mx+b is slope-intercept form.”She was a phenomenal teacher and saved my grade. She was the one person that was able to help me understand the difficult and useless world of math. Math was never my favorite subject but I started to enjoy it because of