FCAT Argumentative Essay

Many families encounter the worst of sports related injuries, such as being paralyzed or even death upon playing. The NCHSAA should be more cautious upon high school athletics and make it a safer environment towards all contenders within the divisions. It is not the NCHSAA fault upon injuries, but they can make the biggest improvement upon sports to try and prevent many risky injuries. Kids will go through the pain of an injury, not to only sit and get ready to play again, but to learn an important lesson.

I started my junior year of high school with passing the reading section of the STAAR test as my main goal academically. Of course, grades were the most important but I was really more focused on improving my reading. My English 3 teacher Mr. Frost helped me out a lot throughout this whole process. He would give me sheets of paper full of samples of similar questions that will be in the test and we would discuss them after school was over. The test was on December before the winter break had started. I finished the test with the same question I had when I first entered the testing room. How did I do? I got my results in the first week of the second semester. I passed everything but the reading part again. I looked at Mr. Frost after I looked at the results and I said, “I’m not quitting, I will keep on fighting”. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “I know you will”, he said with a smile on his face. Despite the results of the test, I wasn’t feeling like a failure at all. I felt like I gave it my all to that test and I was proud of myself. The results may say that I failed but I felt like a winner. But I was still not satisfied. I knew that the next time I took the test it would be the last I will take

I closed my eyes in disbelief. I refreshed the page. I thought Ms. Platt had attached another student’s rubric to my essay. I wanted the nightmare to end. Not only did I not receive an “A” or a “B,” but a “C-.” I earned a seventy percent. My eyes watered, and I began to feel nauseous. I felt as if I failed myself and my family. This grade was not supposed to be possible. In the words of Grendel, it was an accident. But unfortunately, it was not. At that moment, I had to accept, even if I did not want to, that I, for once, did not reach my high goals or had to surrender my unrealistic view of myself. I had erred, like all humans do, and learned that I was not perfect and that I could fail to reach my standards. At that moment, I realized that I wasn’t superhuman but human, and this was something challenging for me to cope with at the time. However, in discovering my ability to fail, my perception of myself had been revolutionized.

Many other states have developed laws that protect individuals' religious freedoms, yet Indiana's law has more of a controversial front to its recent legislation. This action is to help court cases to decide whether a business owner was discriminating towards a customer or simply complying with the first amendment. Most have argued that this legislation discriminates towards sexuality; whereas, others believe they would be practicing their religious rights. Government and religion have crossed paths before, but this new bill overpasses a boundary that appeals intolerable. Furthermore, the causes of the new Religious Freedom Restoration Act (RFRA) is causing an uproar due to it's discriminatory presence and the future of this country's well-being

However, when I got mine back it was a flat out zero, and after class he pulled me aside. In short, Mr. Grove told me that I basically need to get almost all the points remaining in the school year just to pass the class. If I would fail, I would not be able to graduate considering four English credits are mandatory. At that moment I experienced a moment of shock I have never quite experienced before. I had an immediate sense of stupidity. I questioned it. For lack of a better term, I felt like a complete moron. I was so down on myself and all night I thought about what I got myself into. How I was going to get out of this was beyond me and I was lost and hopeless about what to do. I continued to be sad and depressed for a while. My life went from fun to complete misery.

A few days later, I am handed back the test. Per Ms. Evans’ usual policy, there is no grade, just an assortment of checks and X’s. My eyes zoom in to find my mistakes, sure that I had approached every question from the entirely wrong angle. The more I examine it, however, the more I can tell that I actually only made a few small mistakes. Nicholas Chan, next to me, remarks “Wow, you actually did pretty well!”, the surprise in his voice unmistakable. For some reason though, the trepidation and dread do not leave my stomach. I ask myself,

ECT treatment involves sending electrical impulses into the brain. These electrical impulses cause a seizure to occur. The patient is under an anesthetic while this happens and awakens with no memory of the event. Sometimes upon awakening they are confused and nauseous. However, the memory loss is temporary.

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I would lie awake at night, worrying about when I was going to find time to work and study for my classes while also getting enough sleep. As the year progressed, I began taking my victories where I could, instead of worrying over my scores. Despite my pre-calculus grade, which seemed stagnant at a solid C+, I refused to feed into my worry. I wouldn’t let it bother me unless it was an immediate threat. Thus, an idea developed: I decided that I would survive the entire year, focusing on the victories and pushing away the failures. This was a huge oversight on my part. When chemistry 101 began to reach new depths, my strategy fell through the ice. Even as I found myself falling farther behind, I continued to put my misunderstandings to the side. I told myself I could wait for one more day. This worked, for a few weeks, until I got my third test back, practically bleeding red ink and topped with a heart-wrenching 56. I realized that I couldn’t put it off for any longer: I asked questions, no matter how ridiculous they seemed. If I didn’t comprehend the way something was explained, I continued asking for clarification until I understood. I practiced chemistry problems for much of my free time. My failure pushed me to never stop questioning, to always be curious, and most importantly, to never let myself give up, even when failure is inevitable and frustration imminent. Without my grit, I wouldn’t have ended the year with a final exam score of 90 and an undeniable passion for

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As I concentrated back on the x-symbol, my thoughts on that particular day became nothing but nostalgia sealed deep inside my memories, still I began to rethink about myself. In spite of that phenomenon, I cannot constantly and truly expect to do well in school, or life in general, because there will always be obstacles that will prevent me from succeeding. However, I have learned that there will always be people who will judge me based upon their observations, but they will never be able to grasp my true character and intelligence. The placement test may have just been only a test for some, but it was a significant part of my academic career that allowed me to be where I am today. With two minutes to spare, I lifted my pencil and wrote my

Although I passed, it did not feel the same. I still felt like I had failed my dad. My dad had taken another day off from work to be with me because I could not get the job done the first time. When I walked out of the test room, my dad was relieved to hear the news that I had passed. He had the same excitement on his face that he had last week when he thought that I had passed the test. It was like my dad wiped my failure from his memory and just focused on my success. I realized that everything does not always work out and sometimes failure can be better than success. When I failed the first test, I was upset and I knew that I had to change my study habits to get a better score. By failing the test, I had realized that one cannot go their whole life relying on luck. If someone wants to gain success, than they must work for it. Sometimes failure is necessary for someone to move forward. This experience helped to show me that it is ok to fail. The important thing is to learn from the failure and try to fix it for the next time. Maybe it was important for me to fail in order to learn the necessary adjustments I had to make to gain success the next time

Even though I failed, I realized I wanted to retake it because I didn’t learn enough from it and this time I plan to learn

Years before this, in third grade, my fellow classmates and I took the Iowa test. We thought it was just another state standard our school was required to fulfill. What we didn’t know, however, was that it would determine our future curriculum and ultimately, the path that we would take in high school. On the Iowa test, I scored advanced in Science and Math, but not Reading. I scored into accelerated, not advanced, on the Reading test. At the time, I thought that accelerated would be enough. Though as when time went on, I found that it wouldn’t be. This score was what prevented me from attending the camp. It was very disheartening for me to watch all of my friends go to that camp and have so

My performance during the first eight weeks of this course has been subpar. I began strong with my reading assignments and lost focus when it came time for the exam. I knew that my first test wouldn’t go so well and that was due to my own lacking and accountability. However, my second test I gave much attention and felt I knew the material very well. Because of my first test, I doubted myself on the second, and although I knew the answers I allowed my self-doubt to overshadow what I’d studied.