Growing up as a young kid Sports is what I found my main passion is, which meant that for me schoolwork always came second  both in the class and at home.  Although I made this decision I had felt like I didnât have any choice or I didnât want to believe Did.  When I was in middle school I was diagnosed with dyslexia witch is a learning disability that for me impacts my ability to spell and read.
One personal experience with writing that I remember vividly was happening during six grade. The writing assignment was based on this book that we read (which I forgot the name of) and we were supposed to write an essay on how the author uses language to convey his ideas in the book. I remember finishing reading the book (being the last one to do so) and then I went on to the essay. As I started writing my essay I felt my words get repetitive and all my thoughts and evidence was unorganized. I got my grade for my first writing assignment of 6th grade… it was a 55%. After that happened the idea that I was not good at school was  embarrassing for me and not only was I bad I couldnât even get a passing grade. This situation caused me too stop caring about my grades and the work I needed to put in, I felt that it just wasnât worth trying anymore and so thatâs what I did or I should say didnât do… I didnât try and continued to not try because it was the easiest way out.
