When I was young my supporters were my, older brother (Ervin), Mother, and Stepmother (Marian Serrano). They were the ones that wanted me to succeed in life, and wanted the best of me. I never started kindergarten I was basically put into the first grade because of my age. Simply as a child my eyes did not see the violent world. The Elementary school I went to was called Los Angeles Elementary school. In first grade was my easiest year all I did was copy the work and do put myself to the test in knowing if I understood math. As of English was very easy for me I read, wrote, spoke, and even wrote well. I didn’t find English that difficult. Through 3rd-5t I started having difficulty in math especially when I found out about multiplication and division. My older brother was there to help me get through the multiplication, as my mother was there to teach me division and how to divide. When it came to the final grade which was the 5th I overcame the fear in not being good at math and succeed in passing it was a C.
In Pio Pico Middle school which I attended there for about 3 years I wasn’t all that great. The teachers in that were didn’t teach all that well so my mathematic skill went down the drain. When it came to English they assigned me in ELS and I didn’t know what that was until they told me so. The reason why I was put in that class is because, my mother sign a paper stating the language I spoke at home was Spanish which screwed me over badly. I always passed my classes but, never did I pass Algebra with an A within the whole three years I spent in that school. I had no support through junior high because everyone had there own thing to do, and caused my ability keep going. I had ELS for 2 years and 6 months. In the last year in 7th grade my teacher wanted us out of ELS because she didn’t want us taking it in high school she made the work real easy for us to pass. So when that day came and we need to pass the final test I scored a high score to get me out of that class and into regular English. In the 8th grade everything went smoothly I then and my only class I once again was algebra 1a and then again I gave up on it and deicide to fail, but English was amazing that very year every blood and sweat I put in was worth is, because that when I found out I was learning philosophy and it made me who I am today. When time to graduate I missed out on walking on stage, because I missed out on school on that day. I felt good because I came across a difficult road and took matter to my own hand and made it through three years without any support but, my philosophy teacher and her name was Mrs. Ingram which I shall never forget.
I now attended West Adams prep high school home of the Panthers and wannabe gangbangers. From Grades 9th-10th was pretty good. My English skills were pretty outstanding. My mathematic skills weren’t that so great like always but, I always did my best. I normally always got a D in Ms. T class no matter if I did my work or pass the test always got a D which pissed me out to the point in where I gave up. English was very easy I understood the teacher her name was Mrs. Pettus a name I shall not forget because our mind works the same. Her class was simple do your work understanding the story, meaning, and present your thoughts and so on. She opened my mind to a new level of Philosophy. In the 10th grade 4 semester of her class I then lagged it on my work presentation and end up with a D the first D I ever got in English. In the 10th grade I finally passed my algebra and went on to geometry which was a bit difficult but a great friend pulled me through. His name was Javier Carcamo. I’m here now in my junior year and I expect the unexpected for what might happen in my Academic skill.
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