I went to 24th Street Elementary, just a little bit before hitting Adams and Wester if coming from the 10 freeway. For elementary all I can remember that was good was my k-1st grade teacher Ms. Finny( later to be married and changed to Davidson). She was the best teacher I ever had there, we did fun activities all the time and for a holiday like Saint Patrick's Day she would pretend and say she and another teacher caught a leprechaun but it got out the bag but ran outside where there were gold chocolate coins. Then she left for another job and the last time I had gotten to see her was our 5th grade Culmination. There she gave us her address and number.
Then middle school came where everything was changing a little. I attended Foshay Learning Center, on Western and Exposition. There was Mr. Taylor, he was my Math and Science teacher. He would always help us with our note taking but, he always made me spit out my gum. I wasn't really the "A"student my mom hoped for I was average at times and a failure at most. It was always my mouth and grades that got me in trouble. I stopped enjoying my times during school because everything was so boring nothing ever really happened. I did go out a lot of times to the park or anywhere. During 8th grade I really slacked off to the point I was failing literally all of my classes I had English in the morning like I do now, but because we entered at 7:20 am, it was so hard to focus I was either sleepy or hungary. There was always a girl who sold chips and then a guy who sold sandwhiches. I hardly did anything for that class. For Algebra I really didnt do anything just the first week of class I gave up. The teacher berly knew how to speak english she was I think from the Philippines. I was always just laughing and talking maybe I did the work once or twice. Eventually, the goofing around caught up to me when a letter was send home. The letter notified my parents that I was at risk of not walking the stage and completing 8th grade. It was really important for me because my mom always told me I was going to end up like my sister, who didnt graduate highschool. I tried getting all the extra credit I could. I only had less than 3 weeks to raise up my grades to at least a D for some classes and, for others C's. I was able to walk the stage and make my mom a little proud (I'm still reminded of my mess up now).
For my first two years of highschool, I attended Venice Senior High. These two years were really good times. I wasnt making good grades necessarily, but I was having alot of fun. I was a good hour away from home so I took the Metro bus. If I was late, I would blame it on a broken down bus or something else believable. My mom never knew what I was doing because she was always busy with work. For 9th grade, I did pretty well in school. I would do some of my work in the majority of my classes. I had Algebra again because my counselor suggested taking it over since I had only made a D. I ended up passing with a C both semesters (having to take part B for summer school).
I ended 9th with a total of 50 credits, which took me into a program called 9R for 10th grade. It was a program that helped you get all your credits and more to become 11th graders next year. I was put into this program because I failed my elective and science classes. I didn't like it because they had us seperated from the other students. I felt incarcerated because we were only suppose to be in one area, which were the bungalows. I went to my counselor, who finally took me out of the program and put me back in to classes. Those classes were all Honors classes, which made it harder for me. Again I did not learn from my mistakes and I failed a whole semester. My mom found out so she moved me here to West Adams Preparatory High school, where I am currently trying to make up my classes.
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