The U.S. Secretary of Education
The U.S. Secretary of Education admits that standardized tests are basically designed so that 70% of students will fail, with a higher percentage among students with disabilities, English Language learners, and children who live in poverty and they are unfair to the neediest children, feeds into racial determinism in American society while closing doors of opportunity for Black and Latino children. This form of testing intelligence has been a big controversial topic and have been unfair to many minorities and test takers. Standardized testing isn’t fair because it narrows students’ minds and intelligence and it isn’t scored fairly.Read more
The term unemployed professors review is a word I don’t take lightly. To flourish in life you have to learn to create your path. In creating your own path you have to try to “fit the pieces in the puzzle”. Starting high school is a scary experience, and I happened to be a victim of bullying and harassment. This was the opposite of what I thought would ever happen to me. Being a freshman is challenging; you want to be accepted and people to like you, but in life, not everyone is going to like or appreciate you. I was harassed for writing unemployed professors reviews, with people saying blasphemy about me and writing hateful things on social media. I didn’t feel good in my skin anymore and the same “Kiana” I used to be. I didn’t like the way that I looked and couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. This caused me to be very uninvolved in my academics, social and mental health.
After school I would go straight home to my bed crying myself to sleep everyday. I kept my emotions to myself and didn’t show people how I truly felt. I looked happy, but I wasn’t happy. The reason I think I hid my real feelings are around mental health there’s a stigma and how you think people will make fun of you and perceive you in a certain light. For me and many other people being affected by this is something that will be apart of yourself. My whole life I have always been a holiday Catholic. This means the only time I went to Church was on Easter and Christmas. On one Saturday night I remember my Dad coming up to me to ask if I wanted to go to church with my Grandpa. I hesitantly decided that I should go; “what’s the worst that can happen?”