My Practice Log Analysis

I was anxious to see if my name was in even though I knew it wasn’t it would still feel good to know. When my teacher named everyone I was disappointed that my name wasn’t announced so I asked if I could get a drink, but I really went up to the counseling office. When I arrived, I asked the counseling secretary if I should've been called. She looked me up on the computer and answered “Sorry, but you can’t be an honor student this year because of this D in math” I said “Is there anything I could do to fix it?” “No, it’s too late,” she said. As she said those last words I left the room and to my locker writing “ABOUR IS DUMB” on sticky notes and posting it everywhere inside. I was so angry that I decided to not speak to anyone. I sprinted back down to chorus and acted casual. The teacher didn’t ask what took me so long; I was glad. End of my second year at Edison was done. I wished to the bottom of my heart that if I could have changed anything I would spend every second of the day of the math

It all started because my family was going to Jack’s basketball game for the day, and my parents let me miss school. Missing school always was nice because I could have a day off, but I hated making up the work. It was always hard for me to understand the material without someone explaining it to me. My parents made me get my work the day

I closed my eyes in disbelief. I refreshed the page. I thought Ms. Platt had attached another student’s rubric to my essay. I wanted the nightmare to end. Not only did I not receive an “A” or a “B,” but a “C-.” I earned a seventy percent. My eyes watered, and I began to feel nauseous. I felt as if I failed myself and my family. This grade was not supposed to be possible. In the words of Grendel, it was an accident. But unfortunately, it was not. At that moment, I had to accept, even if I did not want to, that I, for once, did not reach my high goals or had to surrender my unrealistic view of myself. I had erred, like all humans do, and learned that I was not perfect and that I could fail to reach my standards. At that moment, I realized that I wasn’t superhuman but human, and this was something challenging for me to cope with at the time. However, in discovering my ability to fail, my perception of myself had been revolutionized.

Imagine this. There is a fifteen-year-old girl walking into first block at her high school. She is trying to remember what is due today for her first class and the rest to follow. Today is a different day though; it is the one-year anniversary of her stepbrother committing suicide. Not everyone knows that today is the day, but she doesn’t want to talk about it. She is stressed about the homework she might not have done and her mind is in so many different places. The first bell rings so she takes her seat and looks at the board. A worksheet was due and she hadn’t completed it. Swiftly walking around the room, the teacher comes to collect the worksheet, but she hadn’t completed it. The girl doesn’t pass her worksheet forward and tries to explain to the teacher it was a rough day, but the teacher does not care. Sitting there blankly, the girl is still thinking about her brother instead of school. The day carries on, but still the girl is not mentally in school. Her grade book reflects the bad day and the teachers that didn’t care enough to listen to the student. The student is more stressed out than before and her mind is going crazy. Sinking deeper and deeper into a whole that cannot be climbed out of she tries to forget about the couple bad grades. Its just one bad grade, that wont hurt right? Until next week when she has family problems at home and one bad grade turns into two bad grades. The stress once again rises and no one is willing to listen. Teachers, parents,

In my 7th-grade history class, I was having trouble with my assignments. At the start of the year, it was all easy for me, but over time, it became difficult. The reason was that I couldn’t understand what’s happening when reading the passage in the textbook. Therefore, I felt that I couldn’t overcome understanding what the tests are saying. I would have just stared at the passages like a hawk during my tests. Eventually, I stopped doing my homework and studying for tests as a result of thinking it was useless to try. At the end of that semester, my grade was a D since I was slacking off. I was truly shocked when I saw my grade because I believed I was going to fail everything.

The importance of fitness during the teens years is the most important thing in a teens life, during your teen years your metabolism slows down by how old you get. As a kid your metabolism was fast, that's why most kids were active during those years but once you start going to school it starts to decrease. " Children in school for example were most active from 2pm to 6pm, which could reflect the fact that they are sitting in a classroom for most of the day until mid afternoon" (Park 5). Also "Kids may not be getting much exercise because they are not getting enough sleep and are too tired to be physically active" (Park 5). Kids probably don't get enough sleep due to cell phones, video games, and eating sugar at night causing

Too slow. Can’t keep up. Only 12 pages, did you give up? First grade is when the torture began, and when I mean torture, I mean reading logs. Reading logs were my biggest nightmare; my teacher would make me read for a certain amount of time and I would have to have my parents sign off saying that I actually read. In the beginning, I didn’t mind reading, I had enjoyed it in the past when my dad would read me a daily story before I went to bed. When I had to keep reading everyday for at least twenty minutes, I became tired of it really fast, and I began to dread it. I would push it off everyday until I went to bed as if hoping if I didn’t do it before bed then, I wouldn’t have to do it at all, but it never vanished. I typically enjoyed the books

Right after getting home from school, I took a nap that lasted several hours, which prevented me from a potent start on my work. I placed a mark on both tranquility and industry later that night, as I got frustrated with insignificant problems. The next day was when I set about to concentrate on all three values. It was a progressive day, for I didn’t struggle with sincerity and I was able to start working on homework right after I got home from school. The remainder of the experience went moderately well; however, there was one day where I broke all the goals I had set for myself. It was Monday, and it went how nearly all stereotypical Mondays go: awful. I had woken up late and became annoyed at myself for waking up late and sleeping through my alarms. Then, on the way to school, my mother talked to me about upcoming projects that I needed to get started on, and when she talked to me about it I began to feel irritated from talking about such things in the morning. During the time she was talking to me, I did go against the value of sincerity. Though I am ashamed of it, I must admit that I felt displeasure at my mother and that I had uncivil thoughts regarding her. Later that day when I had gotten home, I

I went the whole day without noticing I didn’t finish my math. When we got to math class Mr. Littrell told us to get out our math to grade. It was one of those I-don’t-have-time-for-this assignments. I got mine out and noticed I didn’t do the whole back page. Blake saw and told Mr Littrell I didn’t finish my work. He said, “Well, that’s a HINAO.” He gave me the paper and told me to go call. I was really scared because I never had one before. I got in the office and gave Mrs. Stoball the paper. She told me to go ahead and call. I was so scared, I couldn’t even figure out how to use the phone. I eventually figured it out and called my mom. She didn’t answer, so I left a message. I was pretty sure I didn’t do it right. At the

I had decided to delay studying for my extensive anatomy test over all the muscles of the body until the night before the enormous test. I knew that my reasoning was not sound and I should have commenced long before. I came to the resolution to make an effort and learn all of the muscles and pray for a miracle while I took the test. The next day I trudged into my anatomy class with my stomach in my throat. As Mr. Nikiforow passed out the test I felt my nerves kick in instantaneously. I sat in agony as my classmates ploddingly passed the test down the row. I began to glance through the test and I knew at that instant that I would never make the same mistake again. When we received our test back later that week, little to my surprise I had failed. My first initial reaction was “this material was tremendously challenging and everyone else obtained poor grades as well, so Mr. Nik must have done an inadequate job teaching it to us”. I went through the rest of my day attempting to forget about the test, but it seemed to keep popping up in the back of my head. When I arrived home, I decided to address the looming thoughts in the back of my head. My sub par grade on the test was in no way Mr. Nik’s responsibility. The grade instead was a clear representation to the lack of effort I had put forth in studying. Prior to anatomy, I had been able to attain quality grades with minimal studying. Failing my anatomy test presented me with the wake up call that I needed.

It was brought to my attention therefore I wouldn’t able to spend enough time with them as I would like to; due to the adjustment of the schedule, I had to run on. Day by day I grew more miserable as I felt like I didn’t understand as well as my peers did. Moreover, they were much faster learners than I was and I felt dumb compared to them. As well as, I felt like I was missing out at home. However, that made me work ten times harder to achieve better. However, I knew that if I would increase my level of work ethic my grades would then begin to reflect upon it; I was right. Through my hard work in conjunction with determination I became one of the top honors students of my class.

The three resources I used to calculate the reading level were Microsoft Word, Readability Formula, and Online-Utility website. All these resources gave me different readability scores based on the specific formulas. I compared the Flesh-Kincaid readability formula because this formula was found in all the resources I used. The Flesh-Kincaid calculates the average sentence length and the average number of syllables per word.

I sat there waiting for my homework to finish itself, not wanting to put any effort into completing it. Finally, I forgot all about it as the bass drowned my ears. this negligent behavior was the result of moving several times in my high school years, and not wanting to do the same thing on just a different day. It became my story. Morning arrived when it was too late to write an essay, a paper, or even a simple assignment. I wondered, is this how I want to

“Wake up Sharry or you’ll be late for school!” my mom yelled. I slowly forced myself to get up and made my way to the washroom. It was hard but I did it. I felt like I had accomplished something big, like winning a gold medal at the olympics. I then got dressed and in a satisfied, proud voice I told my mom, “Lets go”. She held my hand and slowly walked me to school. When we finally got to my elementary

Today I will be telling you about if we should keep reading logs. Well I strongly believe that we should get rid of them. There will be 3 reasons why I think we should get rid of reading logs, an introduction, and a conclusion. See why I think so in the next few paragraphs. Let’s go.