Personal Narrative: How Homework Changed My Life

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.

In 2015 when i was in 5th grade i changed schools to lafayette parish school and the food was BAD.And the kids were mean well alot of them.The wait for our parents and the long line of cars,and they made us pay alot of money.So we moved to scott middle and i liked it some of my friends were there and the gym was fun the food was good unlike the other school.But it changed my life because i used to be like a little trouble maker well not that much but until i came here i was not so much trouble.I was happy and i loved the teachers and it made a change in my life i dont really like the teachers that much over here i love them,and the work may be hard,but i know it no matter how hard it is i will get

With my experience of middle school so far, I think I've accomplished most of my goals in an orderly manner. For these accomplishments may not have turned out as I expected. One accomplishment was in sixth grade. Three friends and I entered into the curie math bowl. I've studied for this test, and it turns out that our team won second place for the group section of the bowl. I find it a great accomplishment because it was the first time I've ever gotten an award.

Sophomore year was extremely difficult for me. You know how most people go through a rough patch at some point in their life? Well, that was me all of Sophomore year, everything just seemed too big and scary to deal with, and so I basically put everything off. The guidance counselors always use to say when we were going into high school that we would need to stay on top of things before they started to pile up. I just thought that they were just being dramatic to try and scare us into doing our work, but they really weren’t. By the time I realized this, however, it was a little too late, and I was faced with two options; attend summer school to regain the credit that I had lost, or face my peers when school started up again and be two credits

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

Tutoring help me by improving my grades . I started going to torturing when I was in second grade. Second grade was hard me because I didn’t do my math ,english,science homework and I was repeating the second grade which was harder because the work was different from my old school. Also,the work was difficult to keep up with , so I told my mom if she can sign me up for tutoring. It took her two - three weeks to find me a tutoring club. which it help me in life.

It was with a teacher named Mrs. Cassie and a group of students who needed help with reading too. I read paper books that they gave me or I got to go to the library and pick out a book. At first, it started as read at your own pace out loud to the group and the teacher would help you with the words you didn’t know. Every time I started to read I would stutter and get nervous. If I knew that I was going to be the next reader, I would reread the paragraph silently over and over again to make sure I didn’t mess up. There were reading stages, the higher level you were at the harder the book was. I never was at a high level. After, a littler practicing with Mrs. Cassie reading got a little easier. I read in groups than would read one on one with the teacher. She timed me and marked every word I would mess up. I had to practice and write my times down every day. If the book wasn’t easy I stayed on that book until I was able to finish it. The times got shorter and the words went fast. I finally was able to read out

My house was close to my elementary school, Lupin Hill. Sometimes I would walk(10) with my mom and sister to it up a very steep hill. Although we did have a “secret” pathway to the school that was shorter. There was also the park. I remember we always called it the Red Park. The Red Park was within walking distance(5) and where I would hang out with my friends often. On the last day of school, once, there was a water balloon fight with bright colourful balloons that would explode when they hit you.(9)

As Vickie Karp once said, “When we read, we start at the beginning and continue until we reach the end. When we write, we start in the middle and fight our way out.” At an early age, writing gave solace. My first exposure to writing was through journaling. In my elementary years, my parents separated, leaving my brother and me in the eye of the storm. At the age of ten, I only understood so much, but I did know how much my mother and father detested each other on a regular basis. Objects and harsh words established the darkness and fear in the corner of my mind. Once father left home, before I even had a chance to say goodbye, I felt abandoned and alone. The anxiety of my mother leaving me and struck with depression of already been abandoned

Since I could remember my parents have been working hard to give me the best life they can. Although both of them never finished high school, they have always told me that education should always be my top priority. For many years both of my parents worked but after my little sister was born, my mom devoted herself to taking care of us. It came with positives and negative outcomes. My mom got the chance to help me through my elementary and middle school years with my schoolwork and I always felt like I could count at her at any given moment. But, it hurt our family financially. My dad was the only one working and he got laid off during the recession from his job. Eventually, he found a job, but it didn’t pay as much as his older job. To this day, he is still the only one that works and I thank him for teaching me always be a hard worker and that education is the path to a successful life. It has been hard, especially when you don’t have all the technology that is usually essential when doing schoolwork, but I am glad that I matriculated a way to defeat any of the obstacles that came my way whether it came to schoolwork or in other aspects of my life.

When I was young, I had my own agenda and things I thought were most important in my life. I had everything in order and I knew exactly what I wanted to do and when to do it. I did, however, have my daily chores. I had smaller chores like cleaning my room or helping put dishes in the sink starting around six years old. As I got older my chore list became longer which included washing dishes, sweeping the floor, feeding our dogs, and general cleaning. I had four siblings in my household so they were all divided among us. At the time, I did not know how much I was learning from these duties. The many lessons chores taught me was not necessarily obvious to me until I became an adult and was living on my own. If you were to ask most children or teenagers how doing chores and other household work would benefit them they would probably not believe there was any advantage for their future. As a teenager they may need more motivation or discipline in order to get them to even attempt their duties.

If you are anything like me, then you are probably a major procrastinator. I tend to tell myself, “I’ll do this in a little while.” A little while goes by, and I have still yet to complete the task I intended to do hours ago. Although I have certainly gotten better with my time-management skills over the last couple of years, there is still much room for improvement. Time-management is everything, especially in the college and scholarly writing world. I have found that waiting until the last minute to do everything only adds pressure to your mind and work, making it harder to focus. Possessing strong time-management skills allow us to think smarter and more effectively. “New ideas enter a quiet mind with ease” (Chambers, 2015, p 3).

Hello, I was just following up on the homework I didn't have in class today because I misplaced the worksheet in the cafeteria and unable to locate it. I was wondering if you could send me a copy to do tonight, so that I can have it completed for tomorrow. Thank you and I hope you have a great

The reason I worked hard for this semester was so I can get an A which means a lot to me. Just when I thought I would earn it my classes were gone and I was left with a 87.00. I just wanted enough time to get in A in my class because I failed on doing that ever since I've got into this school. If I don't get my time back for my class can you at least give me a 90.00 on my

Upon reflection, I believe it was an incident that had nothing to do with school at the