Why I Failing In My Spanish Class
However, although getting a job improved my life for the better, it also caused more issue. I started failing my Spanish class. Since I had to ride the Marta bus home, I wasn’t getting home until late. This caused me to struggle to get my homework done for my Spanish classes. It was crazy. I managed to keep A’s and B’s in all of my academic classes, but Spanish was a disaster. One day, after working until close at my job the previous night, and not getting home until eleven o’clock that night, I was given a pop quiz in my Spanish class. I knew I was going to fail because I could never manage to understand anything in her class, I and I didn’t study the previous night. Once again, I started crying. Therefore, the instructor asked me to step
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Therefore, I told her that I would try to get up an hour early every morning to study and get any work done I had not completed the night before. After talking to Ms. Jose, not much changed except my brother ended up finishing school in December, and I was now riding the bus to school. Well, not until my mother got word that her only daughter was riding the bus to school. She was infuriated, and my mother was not afraid to let my father know. After my mother found out what was going on, she moved me to my grandparents’ house in Lithonia during the week. I was excited because I had my own room and I did not have to smell my brother’s disgusting farts anymore. My mother never found out about my Spanish grade, so I got to keep my job. Nonetheless, could ride the bus to school and get a little help in Spanish. I only passed her class with a D, but I was excited to be done with her class. As time progress, I finished my school year, my brother graduated, and I became a senior in high school. I was so thankful that even though I chose Lithonia over my mother that she still loved me enough to make sure I was
Therefore, I told her that I would try to get up an hour early every morning to study and get any work done I had not completed the night before. After talking to Ms. Jose, not much changed except my brother ended up finishing school in December, and I was now riding the bus to school. Well, not until my mother got word that her only daughter was riding the bus to school. She was infuriated, and my mother was not afraid to let my father know. After my mother found out what was going on, she moved me to my grandparents’ house in Lithonia during the week. I was excited because I had my own room and I did not have to smell my brother’s disgusting farts anymore. My mother never found out about my Spanish grade, so I got to keep my job. Nonetheless, could ride the bus to school and get a little help in Spanish. I only passed her class with a D, but I was excited to be done with her class. As time progress, I finished my school year, my brother graduated, and I became a senior in high school. I was so thankful that even though I chose Lithonia over my mother that she still loved me enough to make sure I was