Examples Of Being Responsible

In many situations in my life, I have been personally accountable for my actions. Every part of being who I am has something to do with morality. Being responsible and accountable for what I do is something I take very personally. It is a key point in my personality and a critical part of being part of the US Army.

From the time I was in about fourth or fifth grade I began to dislike certain subjects in school. I loathed everything about writing assignments. I didn’t write at home before that the thought of writing for myself never really occurred to me. I hated the deadlines the length requirements and I just tried to get them done and had no intention of writing well because I told myself I was a bad writer. I have never really known whether or not I truly am a bad writer. I continued these habits of just writing something down to get a decent grade all throughout school. I usually got an okay grade because I followed the prompt closely and did the minimum amount of work for the paper. I didn’t start the assignments until either the night before it was due. As I got older I would type the paper on my phone in school that day then print it off in the library moments before class. I continued writing in that awful ritual of complacency until the end of 11th grade. We had to write a paper on The Great Gatsby a book that I never read. I read couple of notes on the internet and then wrote the paper and never reread it or edited it all. I did my usual routine and followed the prompt and turned my paper in. When I got my paper back I was shocked to find out I didn’t get even a half decent grade I was given a zero. I went to my teacher after class to speak with him about the grade and he told me I got the grade that I deserved. He said I was lazy and never tried to truly work in

Due to my recent troubles at work I have been counseled twice in the past several weeks. This has given me a lot of time to reflect at the way I have really presented myself in the Army thus far. I have not always been the best Soldier that I could have been during most of the time I that I have been in so far. Thinking about this does bother me, it means that I could be trying harder to get ahead and better myself as a Soldier and a person. Lets say for example I have been late to work twice in the past several weeks not only to include missing a pt formation altogether. I did this by not ensuring that i had met alo of my neds to ensure that i woudl wake up in the morning. But by doing

Abraham Lincoln said, “You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today”. My responsibility to America is to take it. Being a teen in today’s culture I believe many teens think they cannot have an impact and that they don’t need to take responsibility. Of course I can mess around till November 14, 2019, the day I turn eighteen, and suddenly become a mature adult. Not exactly! I can have an impact on my neighborhood, city, the whole state, or even all of America. Defy the cliche that media conditions us to believe.

I was taught from the beginning that I have to take responsibility for my actions. As I got older more responsibilities were added to my plate. At the age of sixteen I began working in a pet grooming salon and adding more responsibility on myself. I worked thirty five hours a week while still in high school. Right after I graduated high school I joined the Army, this opened up a window of new responsibilities. This was the first time I was responsible for myself and for others around me. As far as being a student it is my responsibility to show up to class prepared for each day and be where I need to be at the correct time. It is my responsibility to make sure that I learn and fully understand the material that is being taught. It is also my responsibility to communicate if there is something that I don’t understand and reach out to find a way to understand

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

I made up lie after lie of reasons why I was sad; I was pretty convincing. I had it ready in my hand as I walked through the hallway. I entered the choir room and all of a sudden got very happy; I was about to be popular again! My ignorance and arrogance led to me making the worst decision of my life; I handed her the letter. Her face went to shock right away and it was at that moment, my body began to shake as I realized that I had made a great mistake. She ran right out of our class and to the office, letter in hand. My name was called over the PA system to come down and I nearly fainted. When my teacher found out why I was going down, she started crying, which led to my whole class crying. My plan had worked, I had the whole school crying because they thought I was going to die. I felt like I was going to die. The assistant principal immediately began to grill me with questions; my eyes began to pour. My mom was called in and I was able to make the excuse that someone else wrote it and it got switched around. In doing this, I was able to avoid getting in trouble with the school, but my family was disappointed in me. More importantly, I was disappointed in

Ever since I was young, I had a strong will to learn. I was curious even at a young age, and made it my goal to do the best as I could in every element of my life. From my academics to my extracarriculars, I strove to do my best. I came in the top percentage of my classes every year, and gained good testing scores. My grades were all As, and below that made me feel devistated. At one point, a B on a report card

Tears stung in my eyes as I gazed down at the dreaded product of neglect, already feeling a cold weight tug at my heart. Looking at my practice log, I determined that within the twenty-four hours remaining before it was due, I needed to make up the eight hours of practicing I had been lazily putting off. After informing my mom of this impossible feat, she told me that I would not be staying up past midnight to practicing as a meager attempt to salvage my grade. The next day I turned in my log with a hint of discouragement as I awaited my grade. I didn’t fail the class, but I still had to live with the knowledge that I could have done better. I tried to justify what happened by saying I wasn’t used to Jr. High with its additional seven classes,

Throughout middle school and the beginning of high school I faced many challenges with my grades. These challenges made me grow and help shape who I am today. In my early teenage years I would view my school work not important. My perspective on priorities were all wrong. As I became older and matured I realized that. I realized school is the most important thing because my future depends on how I do. I realized if I want to go to a good college and have a successful career I have to work hard in school to get there. As high school went by my grades got better and I saw a better version of myself. My grades went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s in all my classes. I began to be attentive in class, and be productive and take notes. I did my school

The next school day, I was brought into the principal’s office along with my parents and after in depth discussion I was told I could not attend that school anymore, that I was expelled. This was not only a shock to me, but my parents as well. I looked over and saw my mom crying and it made me start to tear up as well. I realized that I had let my family down, my friends down, and those who believed in me down. I wanted a change, and I knew I needed to get my anger under control and regain my

My father noticed on the caller id it was my school calling. He looked towards me then answered. The principle explained my grades were bad and needed to arrange a parent, teacher, and principal conference. After scheduling the appointment, he confirmed with my mother. She yelled “I’m going alone!! I tried to convince her that it was an error but she didn’t believe me. The following day she rushed to the school. I began to sweat. I knew my mother had a zero tolerance for anything wrong that I was doing in school. As the conference started. I was asked the first question by my principal, he said ‘’ Mackenson what is going on?’ The class stared in fear for me. I answered ‘nothing’. My mother had no time to waste. She asked my principle, “is there any errors on his report card?’’ He responded no. By the blink of an eye, my mother reached in her purse and took out a belt. I had a panic attack. I knew it was going to be the worst day off my life. I was embarrassed. She spanked me in front of everyone.my reputation had been destroyed. A couple weeks

"we would expect individuals lower down the organization to take on more responsibility" Responsibility is an ability to be organized in what you do. Like for instance, having a job or paying rent or even taking care of a child that might be yours or someone else’s. Responsibility revolves around whether you can handle it or not, most people 12 and under cannot handle this type of thing, such as blaming your younger brother when really you are the real culprit. Having responsibility or being responsible is fairly not hard. However, it’s not easy neither, but responsibility in this U.S is decreasing badly because Americans

That night after school, my parents got an email from Mrs. Shelly. They were shocked to see that I would do such a thing. They were very disappointed at what I had done. My parents yelled at me that night until my ear were ripped out of my head.

Being responsible refers to our ability to make decisions that serve our own interests and the interests of others. We first need to be responsible for ourselves before we can be responsible for others. In learning to be more responsible it is important that we know our limitations. It does not matter how smart we are, there is only so much responsibility that one person can handle at any given time. It is also important to remember that we are not responsible for thing that are out of our control, for example, how other people think and feel or how they react to ourselves or others. Sharing responsibility for both success and failure can lead to increased responsibility to oneself and to others. When you