When I was in high school I didn’t try at any subject really. Actually I just barely graduated. I think when I did graduate I had under a 2.0. My GPA stopped me from playing any sports or any extracircular activates such as football or track. When I started at community college I started with a much different attitude. I have a year of work experience under my belt and I know where I didn’t want to be for the rest of my life. I deiced I wanted to go somewhere, but doing poorly in high school paid its toll on me. I was deficient in all my prereqs. I had to start in very low in math and English, but it wasn’t all bad. My first day of class I was dedicated. I did all my homework and studied hard, but I didn’t need to study for math. I would get great grades test after test with almost no studying at all. Then after a while I studied less but still kept up on my homework until I stop studying at all. When I did this I noticed that the grades on my tests where still great. That is when I realized that I was good at math. From there I started little study groups to help out the other people in my classes that were not doing as well as I was doing. I started to realize that if I help out other students in my class it made me better at the math in which I was teaching them how to do. So over time I stopped studding all together. I started just helping out other students in my class which actually helped me learn and memorize the material more than just doing two hundred problems. I think that this experience with math has helped me deepen my skills. Also at the same time I think that it was showing me a better way for me to learn. And that better way to learn for me was to teach the subject matter rather than just do a whole bunch of problems. So in the end my friends that needed help got and I also got a lot of practice with the material. I am glad I got a math class with the friends that I have.

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The first picture that I will reveal in this project is a picture of a little town named Blaine. It is in Washington and lies right next to Canada. It was taken by Tristan Nano. it is a picture of the town where I lived the majority of my life. This picture shows the marina where we used to spend hours fishing. It also shows the Peace Arch. Blaine was established in the mid 1800 for logging. Some years later the largest salmon cannery was build in Blaine. But they history is now dead. Blaine is just a small town now a days. A few people still fish from there but its not a major money make any longer. Now it is primary know for its border crossing. The next picture is a picture of the Peace Arch. This photo was taken by Liz Mangano. The Peace Arch was built in 1921 to show that there was peace between Canada and America. But it me it is much more than that. I have been to the peace arch more times than I can count. It is a place of beauty that one can go so and lose themselves in mother nature. In the park there are every kind of flower that you can think of. Every spring the ground keepers plant flowers in the shape of the American and Canadian flags. But beyond that it to me is a place where my friends and I used to hang out. Every weekend we used to go to the peace arch then take the long hike down to the bay just to get away from everyone and everything.

This picture was taken by one of my best friends dads. My best friends name is Tyler. we have know each other since I was about a sophomore in high school and we hit it off. Tyler is the one driving his samurai, which I might add was a fun little toy. on this day we are at the gravel pits in the outskirts of Blaine. We used to do many thing there primarily we used to go wheeling. but we also used to go camping or hiking. I have many fond memories of this wonderful place. With its large climbing rock walls of its deep watery mud pits. When I look at this picture it makes me smile. It calms my nerves and reminds me of simpler times. Times when I didn’t have to worry about the problems that life throws at you. Its funny to me that even know I am not at the gravel pits just looking at the pictures makes me feel the same way I do when I go there.

This picture does exactly what the one of Tyler and the gravel pits did. It calms me but unlike the picture of the gravel pits me also saddens me. In this picture you can see a picture of my favorite cat. Her names was Fryea. I raised her from a kitten and I think it’s the only cat that I have ever actually liked. I got my cat when I was a junior in high school. On of my best friends, named Garrett Barrow, loved this cat as much as me if not more. We used to take her every where with us. His arm can be seen in the picture, and my hand. Fryea ran away soon after I moved out after I graduated from high school