About me
I have failed nearly every mathematics class I've been tossed into.
Analysing poetry has never been my strong point in life.
Sometimes, it's hard to me to even make pancakes without setting things on fire.
Basically, I've never really been much good at anything in life.
Growing up as a kid (in my elementary school days), I didn't really have anyone who believed in my capabilities. Most of the teachers that taught me said that I wasn't going to really become anything in life; that all I did was doodle and daydream in class. They tried their best to make sure that I passed my classes, but I simply didn't want to learn the material. I passed fifth grade because the only teacher that did believe in my abilities paid for me to see a psychiatrist to get my IQ level tested. The Saturday of the test, my mother and my teacher found something remarkable. At 10 years old, my IQ level was 148. That's a higher level than most people who have reached adulthood. Of course, my teachers suddenly thought I was a genius that needed a little kick. Maybe my classes were too simple for me. Maybe I needed more of a challenge. By the time I reached 7th grade, they decided that I should be skipped to the 8th grade.
No miracles happened there. I failed everything so badly (being the 7th grader in 8th grade) that they bumped me back down to 7th grade. In essence, I was only in 7th grade for a month. it was quite the adventure.
When I was close to ending middle school, my inner genius began to show, and I started soaring in my classes. It wasn't that I suddenly knew the material: it was just a random wave of motivation that washed over me and enlightened me to become something better in life.
Of course, leave it to my luck to have to move away from the city I was living in. As soon as I started to prove myself to become something better, my mother received a notice from our current landlords saying that we were being evicted. We had no other options but to move back to my home-town: El Paso, Texas. I currently live here now, and I finished middle school with a 3.8 GPA. Those grades led me to be accepted into the high school I currently attend: Transmountain Early College High School.
This school offers the opportunity to graduate from high school with your high school diploma and Associate's Degree. I already have my degree; I just need to finish my diploma.
I've learned a lot in my years of being alive and attending school. I've learned to try my best, and although procrastination and laziness can become overwhelming, you need to get past that flaw and push yourself as much as you can.
In essence, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a writer, a poet in disguise.
I play the part of the girl that sits quietly in the corner of the room reading a book, or the girls that runs around the classroom offering Skittles to everyone she sees.
I am Chantavia Nava, and this is who I am.
Analysing poetry has never been my strong point in life.
Sometimes, it's hard to me to even make pancakes without setting things on fire.
Basically, I've never really been much good at anything in life.
Growing up as a kid (in my elementary school days), I didn't really have anyone who believed in my capabilities. Most of the teachers that taught me said that I wasn't going to really become anything in life; that all I did was doodle and daydream in class. They tried their best to make sure that I passed my classes, but I simply didn't want to learn the material. I passed fifth grade because the only teacher that did believe in my abilities paid for me to see a psychiatrist to get my IQ level tested. The Saturday of the test, my mother and my teacher found something remarkable. At 10 years old, my IQ level was 148. That's a higher level than most people who have reached adulthood. Of course, my teachers suddenly thought I was a genius that needed a little kick. Maybe my classes were too simple for me. Maybe I needed more of a challenge. By the time I reached 7th grade, they decided that I should be skipped to the 8th grade.
No miracles happened there. I failed everything so badly (being the 7th grader in 8th grade) that they bumped me back down to 7th grade. In essence, I was only in 7th grade for a month. it was quite the adventure.
When I was close to ending middle school, my inner genius began to show, and I started soaring in my classes. It wasn't that I suddenly knew the material: it was just a random wave of motivation that washed over me and enlightened me to become something better in life.
Of course, leave it to my luck to have to move away from the city I was living in. As soon as I started to prove myself to become something better, my mother received a notice from our current landlords saying that we were being evicted. We had no other options but to move back to my home-town: El Paso, Texas. I currently live here now, and I finished middle school with a 3.8 GPA. Those grades led me to be accepted into the high school I currently attend: Transmountain Early College High School.
This school offers the opportunity to graduate from high school with your high school diploma and Associate's Degree. I already have my degree; I just need to finish my diploma.
I've learned a lot in my years of being alive and attending school. I've learned to try my best, and although procrastination and laziness can become overwhelming, you need to get past that flaw and push yourself as much as you can.
In essence, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a writer, a poet in disguise.
I play the part of the girl that sits quietly in the corner of the room reading a book, or the girls that runs around the classroom offering Skittles to everyone she sees.
I am Chantavia Nava, and this is who I am.