I had spent all week completing my PE project. It was really important for me to work hard on it because I wanted to do well on it. I added pictures, descriptions, and detailed takeaways. I was really happy with my product until Wednesday night when I had to turn it in.
I was about to upload my final copy of the report. Pictures? Check. Descriptions? Check. Spelling? Check. Rubric? Check. It was all ready to be uploaded. Everything was going as planned until Word stopped responding and quit. I opened the file again begging that the whole thing was there, but it wasn't. For the first time ever I felt frustrated. But it wasn't because I knew I was going to get a low grade on it. It was because I had spent hours on end working on it and my teacher was going to think that a mediocre project would cut it for me. But it doesn't. I wanted to show my PE teacher that it wasn't about the grade, it was about the effort and him thinking that this was my fullest. In the end, I was able to complete my PE project on time and turned it in. But the urge of knowing that Mr. Arredondo was going to think that this was all that I could give, my 110% bugged me. So I decided to write an email.
Williee!! I am just writing to tell you that my whole file got erased and I had to do it all over again. I am not writing to ask for an extension, I just want to let you know, apart from the grade, that this is not the fullest I can give. Next time I will be more organized, but I just wanted you to know that this report is not my fullest work potential and I can do much better. It's not about the grade, it's about the effort and I feel I worked very hard on this.
Thanks:
-Noa Shavit
I wanted him to understand that this was not just another lame email, making myself look like such a victim, asking for an extension. This was an email sent by me with a growth mindset.
That night I lay in bed wondering what I had done and what had taken me to do this. I would have never thought of writing an email like this if it wouldn't have been for the Innovation Academy. On the contrary, I would of written a sentimental email asking for an extension. But not now. This time I actually felt bugged because a teacher would think that this was all I could give and that I procrastinated. He would think to himself: "Wow, I thought Noa was better" and that was what would not leave my mind. But how did I get to this point? Caring about the effort more then the grade? It was all thanks to the IA.
I was about to upload my final copy of the report. Pictures? Check. Descriptions? Check. Spelling? Check. Rubric? Check. It was all ready to be uploaded. Everything was going as planned until Word stopped responding and quit. I opened the file again begging that the whole thing was there, but it wasn't. For the first time ever I felt frustrated. But it wasn't because I knew I was going to get a low grade on it. It was because I had spent hours on end working on it and my teacher was going to think that a mediocre project would cut it for me. But it doesn't. I wanted to show my PE teacher that it wasn't about the grade, it was about the effort and him thinking that this was my fullest. In the end, I was able to complete my PE project on time and turned it in. But the urge of knowing that Mr. Arredondo was going to think that this was all that I could give, my 110% bugged me. So I decided to write an email.
Williee!! I am just writing to tell you that my whole file got erased and I had to do it all over again. I am not writing to ask for an extension, I just want to let you know, apart from the grade, that this is not the fullest I can give. Next time I will be more organized, but I just wanted you to know that this report is not my fullest work potential and I can do much better. It's not about the grade, it's about the effort and I feel I worked very hard on this.
Thanks:
-Noa Shavit
I wanted him to understand that this was not just another lame email, making myself look like such a victim, asking for an extension. This was an email sent by me with a growth mindset.
That night I lay in bed wondering what I had done and what had taken me to do this. I would have never thought of writing an email like this if it wouldn't have been for the Innovation Academy. On the contrary, I would of written a sentimental email asking for an extension. But not now. This time I actually felt bugged because a teacher would think that this was all I could give and that I procrastinated. He would think to himself: "Wow, I thought Noa was better" and that was what would not leave my mind. But how did I get to this point? Caring about the effort more then the grade? It was all thanks to the IA.