You Are Never Too Old To Be Stupid Quotes

Sharon Chapain began her first two years of college at the University of Florida, where she pursued different career paths. At her father’s request she enrolled in some computer courses, where the first class in the course was a programming class. In this class Sharon felt completely out of her element, for most of the students in this class had been pursuing and working with computers their whole life. Sharon didn’t feel that this class was where she was meant to go in her career. She subdued the computer courses and focused on the basics.

An experience that has impacted both my personal and academic life was the first time I failed a college class. Throughout high school and my first year of college I never received a grade lower than a C. However, during the fall semester of my sophomore year at the University of Colorado Denver I failed my Anatomy class and lab. Looking back I saw that I set myself up to fail. The class was a 4000 level, meaning that it was designed for juniors and seniors, and I was only a sophomore. I was simultaneously enrolled in the prerequisite classes and thought that would give me enough background knowledge to succeed. I had also only been in two previous lab classes. I was quite confidant as the class started that I would be able to understand all

Lucy Coe: (shakes her head) "No, sir. I didn't. I thought maybe she was running late or something. I was planning on calling her after class was over to make sure she was

I failed AP English. I had missed the second quarter of the school year, almost completely, due to… technical difficulties. I got discharged from the hospital mid-February, and for the remainder of junior year, the majority of my waking thoughts revolved around passing 11th grade. With motivational speeches coming at me from my parents, friends, and teachers, I began to believe I had a chance of passing the year. I did my best, which apparently was not enough. My teacher had picked up on my tremendous amount of effort, and on the last day of school, bumped my grade up to a low D — just enough to pass. I was not exactly about to put my grade on display or anything, but I passed! Technically. This is not one of the underdog-who-succeeded stories. The real success for me was (look away, it’s cliché) realizing my best was enough. I sound disgusting.

That’s heady stuff." Then a half page later "the dean has invited professional mathematicians, the most brilliant minds in the field, to come listen to me. Me! Shit I am going to look like a fool up there on that stage.” pg.

"Mhm," replied Ludwig as he propped himself against the couch. He looked back toward Gilbert. "I suppose you aren't heading to class for a while, then."

“Well who knows what made them make students change schools now.” I sighed. Well I guess I will try to enjoy my last months at Radloff. The following days was just how

As Gabriel laughs a little, Sam looks at the ground and responds softly, “Yeah, neither did I. What did you do to get put out of the classroom?”

Once reaching class I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't late this time. I gave each of the members their bags before taking a seat in the back and took out my sketch pad. I unconsciously began

My Stuyvesant journey in many ways has been one that is similar to others but also different. I had only moved to NYC the summer before freshman was admitted through a special SHSAT. Before Stuy, I had no knowledge about computer programming or the possibilities of my computer besides . My middle school’s idea of a computer science class was a class on how to use MS Word.

Arriving at the fair, I was simultaneously amazed and frightened at how many people were in attendance. There must have been over three hundred eighth graders and parents compared to the five of us running the computer science

“Alright then. Just ponder what you will decide throughout the school day. Just remember what I said.” he replied in a calm

Claustrophobia quickly consumed me, and I felt as though the disgusting, dirty, yellow tented walls were closing in on me. Cubical spaces littered with graffiti lined ever open space of the four walls. The stink of the room was nauseating. It smelled of musky body odor like a cheap and dirty motel. Neglected and deteriorated the building appeared to have been let go. Despite feeling cramped and uneasy I took my seat. As luck seemed to have it that day, I sat down in a broken chair. The swivel chair dropped back! The state worker apologized and switched the chair before logging me into start. In that moment I really realized how much I regretted ever dropping out of school, and how important it was that I succeeded that

“Thank you, I almost thought that I might end up sitting in the floor, the class is completely full. My name is Alex by the way.”

"I can't believe a teacher would do that, that was so inappropriate. Did you tell Brent about it?"