The Road to Success Reading and writing are like the components of a workout; the more you practice, the better you’ll become. This comparison became my motto during a time I had to learn a new language. Although it wasn’t just any language like English or Spanish, this language involved codes, signs, abbreviations, and terms. I would have to learn this new language through the help of reading and writing in a mere three months. Having a hate-hate relationship with reading and writing made this task seem impossible for me to achieve. Little did I know with a little help from my teachers, support from my family, and determination towards myself, I was on my way to fluently speak and understand the medical dictionary. After three
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This high school was much bigger than my own; in Hughson I’m used to a small town feel so seeing a huge number of unknown people was definitely a shock. I made my way around the school and finally reached the door of my classroom. At this point many things were going through my mind like would my teacher like me or do I have the knowledge to become successful in this course? Without further ado I barged right in and sat in the first available seat my eyes landed on. I choose to seat myself towards the second row from the front. The room was relatively small and quiet; most of the seats had already been occupied. My eyes then focused on a tall lady. She was wearing a white lab coat and looked to be in her late fifties. Suddenly the bell rang and she introduced herself as Mrs. Huber; our teacher. She began by going over the typical class procedures and rules. My first impression of the class seemed hard and Mrs. Huber had a very strict manor about her teaching. Although what confirmed this assumption was when a girl sitting behind me decided to speak without raising her hand. To Mrs. Huber’s discontentment she responded with, “Excuse me miss you will not speak unless you have my permission to do so.” Astonished my classmate apologized and waited to ask her question until Mrs. Huber gave her permission to do so. After that incident, I instantly knew I was going to have a hard time in this class. Succeeding was going to require one-hundred and ten percent of my valuable time and
This high school was much bigger than my own; in Hughson I’m used to a small town feel so seeing a huge number of unknown people was definitely a shock. I made my way around the school and finally reached the door of my classroom. At this point many things were going through my mind like would my teacher like me or do I have the knowledge to become successful in this course? Without further ado I barged right in and sat in the first available seat my eyes landed on. I choose to seat myself towards the second row from the front. The room was relatively small and quiet; most of the seats had already been occupied. My eyes then focused on a tall lady. She was wearing a white lab coat and looked to be in her late fifties. Suddenly the bell rang and she introduced herself as Mrs. Huber; our teacher. She began by going over the typical class procedures and rules. My first impression of the class seemed hard and Mrs. Huber had a very strict manor about her teaching. Although what confirmed this assumption was when a girl sitting behind me decided to speak without raising her hand. To Mrs. Huber’s discontentment she responded with, “Excuse me miss you will not speak unless you have my permission to do so.” Astonished my classmate apologized and waited to ask her question until Mrs. Huber gave her permission to do so. After that incident, I instantly knew I was going to have a hard time in this class. Succeeding was going to require one-hundred and ten percent of my valuable time and