Personal Narrative: Homework And Memory

Throughout my time at Chelan High School, I faced many challenges when it came to my homework and it took me nearly my whole high school career to realize how to fix it. The problem was how unmotivated and lazy I was when it came to have to complete my homework. Looking back at it now it seems that the solution was so simple, and it is frustrating that it took me so long to be able to self-motivate myself. It turns out that this responsibility was a habit of mind. This habit of mine helped me very effectively and completely changed how I went about doing all my school work and studying.

Academically, I have improved in class participation and study skills. keeping my grades up is hard to do, I am scared to fail any class that is important to me. I have grown academically from the beginning of the school to now, I am proud of myself to improve in my class than last semester. The only class that I am missing is Culture Geography, I'm worried for that class, but it is not one of the three requirements. I want to pass this grade to move on to the next. I have become a better grade in English 9 because I really focused in that class to bring my grade up.

I grew up in a small town on Long Island called, Westbury. The street I grew up on didn’t have many kids my age, so I would usually play with the older kids. Every morning, as the sun would be rising my mom, would take my sisters to school and I would beg her to go with them. I would watch as the big yellow bus would drive down the small narrow street I lived on. When my sisters would come home they would be doing their homework on the kitchen table and I would be mesmerized at the way they read and write. As they would do their homework I would sit down near them and act as though I knew what the pages said. After they would be done with doing their homework my neighbors, sisters and I would always play a game we called “house” where we would

“It’s not counted for anything so why should I try?” This was my state of mind during Junior High school. I was getting C’s and D’s, at the time; it was fine I was getting by. But what I wasn’t learning is how to study and do homework like a good student.

In Second Grade, I moved from Framingham to Weston and started going to Woodland School. I was a really shy and quiet kid in general, and it didn’t help that I was a new kid, too. For our ELA (English Language Arts) “class”, we sat in a circle and took turns reading passages from a book. I wasn’t a bad reader, but I was scared of having to read in front of everyone. In fact, I was so scared that whenever it was time for ELA, I would hide behind someone else so my teacher, Ms. Garcia wouldn’t call on me. When I was eventually called on (despite my best efforts), I gathered up all my courage and read the passage. I ended up reading it perfectly fine, and the experience helped me break out of my shell. After that, I stopped trying to avoid reading

This Dalis Hernandez, I've done a couple of observation hours in your classroom these past two semesters. For my education class we need to interview a educator that works with students with disabilities and it's only fourteen simple questions. I was wondering if you would be interested?

When one survives an apocalypse the world around them is bound to have changed since they lived a normal life. In the first few months of survival you will remember your past like it was yesterday, because it hasn’t been too long since it was yesterday. As the months go on, though, I expect you would find the memory of your past world and life starting to drift away. That’s why, as my first non-survival item I would take with me during the apocalypse, I would be bring the book “Fangirl”. The book tells the story of college freshman, Cath, who is a fan of a famous fictional book series. Although I adore the book and it’s plot, that would not be the reason I would bring it with me. I would bring it with me to remind

I don’t remember a clearly specific time time of learning something difficult. But I’m sure I have had such time. Normally if I have trouble learning something, I would try to evaluate myself to see what make it hard for me to learn it. Asking myself questions such as, do I have sufficient knowledges or skills to learn it but, not yet tried hard enough?, or am I missing something else that prevent me from learning?. If so, I will try harder or set a smaller, easier goals as stepping stones.

As a little 8 year old you don’t really think that much about what could happen if you do something maybe a little but not in depth. That’s when it all began my brother was starting online school so I did to 3rd grade began and it seemed pretty easy in the begging my mom helped me; let’s fast forward after being in online school for 3 years. This is when my mom had to work more around 6th grade stuff got harder, the first week is easy there was probably one quiz so I thought this is fine I can sleep in don’t have to worry about stuff at all, boy was I wrong. The next week started then I got more quizzes, portfolios, even a test I thought this is way harder than I expected. I kept getting more and more behind 1 turned into 5 and 5 turned into 10 and so on then I got frustrated because all the stuff piled up.

At the beginning of 2016, I didn't think I’d be coming out so soon. My AP Language Arts teacher assigned a performance piece that quickly crept up on me. We were told to stand in front of the class and share a piece of our identity; it was nothing like any other assignment I had done before.

I stepped into my Algebra class and started doing my bell work like a normal person would do. After I finished my bell work i turned it in. As soon as everybody sat down we started doing the lesson that we had planned for that day. After we finish everybody had to do their homework. While I was “working” on my homework I was called up to the teachers desk.

Once upon a time, on Wednesday, I was lying on my bed. It was already dark outside, but I was wasting time by reading a book and playing games. Of course, I didn’t do my homework until much later. When I started to do my math homework, I still kept my iPad open and with the book on screen. I thought I finished all of my homework at six o’clock, but little did I know… I forgot that I had science homework. When I finished my homework, I went back to wasting time and waiting for dinner to be served.

This semester has been a challenge for me. Before, I arrived in this class I didn’t know certain things. I never been a good write but this class has pushed me to work harder. I have always been good at speaking my point out verbally, instead of writing it out.. I improved on expanding my paragraphs, staying on topic, and I’m still need working on style and voice.

_”Well I guess if you're going to be involved in the school Orchestra you won't really need to worry about taking any performing arts subjects after all then :) It's good to see that you're going to be mentoring other kids I think you'll grow in wisdom in it and the other kids will really benefit from you as well. Your teacher is right you are going to be very busy with school!”_

The darkness of night had veiled the city. Dull beams of the streetlights shone through the moist car windows.