Educational Narrative

Education Narrative

Topic: My Journey Towards Educational Success 

Name: How to Learn Like Me

Basis: How I started to do better with my grades in high school 

I was 4 years old when I started learning how to learn. I always hated it as a child. I never liked it I never wanted to learn I just wanted to be free and have fun in life. As a Child I wasn’t the best reader, hell I wasn’t even a good learner. It took me a lot of time and patience for me to understand what I was learning. My mother got me tutors and got me into a specialized school for kids who were like me. Now you’re probably asking “What do you mean like me?” I was a premature baby, born 2 pounds, 11 ounces and I was damn near a baby that fit in the palm of anyone’s hand. And still didn’t learn how to learn. Like I said I hated learning I never liked it. My whole problem was understanding and comprehension. I didn’t comprehend the way everyone else did. I comprehend either slower or quicker than anyone else. It was the best and worst superpower ever. Imagine being a kid knowing that you learn quickly and adapt quickly, but don’t understand quickly. 

 I’m in 1st grade and I had this one teacher. Let’s name her Ms.Miyola, she’s a very perplexing teacher, the reason I say this is because she’s very weird when it comes to black children and or black students depending on the student. I noticed it more and more when I got older. She always liked the light-skinned/White kids and was more respectful to them. I noticed it, I’m a quiet child who never spoke out on how I felt but if you look at me in my eyes and understand what I was seeing you’ll see what I noticed. I noticed how kids acted towards me, they acted weird towards me, they bullied me, they were always negative, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got into a fight with one of the students. It was so bad but I was still okay the kid wasn’t though. It was the end of first grade and my class had a test, we all took the test including 2 friends of mine, Dazha, and Zion. Dazha had a small crush on Zion but Zion didn’t like her I didn’t care, he was my best friend so it didn’t matter to me. I Failed the test and my mother was angry at the teacher because she rigged the test for both of us kids, me and Zion to fail. Our parents came in and had a meeting just to find out that both tests were examinations that were supposed to be administrated. We failed and I got left, from that day on I never wanted to fail a class ever again. I didn’t want to look at my mom disappointed in herself to think that she did something wrong for her only son to fail a class. I had to take the class again but this time I passed and graduated first grade. My mom was so proud of me and myself. I was dancing at my first-grade graduation. 

Let’s have another time skip again because I love doing that a lot, don’t you think guys? But whatever so it’s 9th grade, February 29, 2020, and an upcoming “Disease” called COVID dropped the biggest album ever and almost wiped out 1/4 of the world’s population, literally. I was in class hearing the news about this new virus called COVID-19 and how the government has gone into a panic and pandemic with an incoming recession. It was March 13-15 of the same year the last time I saw any of my school friends in person. We had to do our class work and assignments online which is what I weirdly had trouble doing because I didn’t understand it. Everyone including the teacher was confused. I was confused but not fully because I remember doing online assignments back in 8th grade. I understood the assignments and the assignments were so easy that I was passing classes with all A’s. I started to understand more about the work that was given and also ask questions about the work I’ll do. My grades were getting so better that I got automatically promoted to honor society and an honors class but I still had to make up some work since I still had a ‘C’ mind you it’s math since I always struggled at math and only math. I started trying in my work and it paid off the work got easier and easier the more years I started working by myself and started studying. Studying was still a struggle I was having and many kids like me still had it. So instead of studying, I didn’t study at all, weirdly when I didn’t study I did better on any assignments or tests than if I did study. I stopped studying in school and I just started to wing everything which might look bad but think about it like this I had high grades so I had nothing to complain about. 

Covid had ended not fully but to a degree to which the school was open for in-person and I saw all my friends from school, many kids did leave school and or dropped out. I’m in 12th grade and 12th grade felt like an absolute movie from snow days to ding dong ditch to just actually living.  In 12th grade weirdly I felt free, the same freedom I felt when I was 4 years old. I felt happy and all of my worries went away. I started to leave class earlier than some kids because of how I was doing and doing my work early, I was on the honor roll in school and my name was placed on the school board and everyone including me could see it. I was so happy when I saw it, it felt as if all of my hard work paid off and life was getting better. I started to learn better, do my assignments quicker, have an easy time practicing work and even better I started to study. 

I’m in college still learning how to learn but not the way you would think I’m doing better now taking easier classes because of my grades in highschool so I guess me learning to learn paid off, the whole basis of what I’m tryna to explain is Always try to learn something don’t try to think hard just do it and if you don’t understand what’s given always ask for help because that’s what I should’ve done.