Personal Narrative: How Homework Changed My Life

While sitting on the ground in our living room watching Disney channel, I heard the front door open and close, and then the shuffling of shoes across the hall. As I turned off the TV and peered around the corner, I saw my brother just getting home from school. Before he had the chance to put down his backpack, our mother appeared from the stairs and asked him, “How was that physics test? Did you remember everything you learned last night?” I saw him look down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs. Within seconds, our mother was infuriated and scolded, “This is what happens when you procrastinate and don’t do homework until the day before the test. Your father and I pulled an all-nighter with you in hopes that you would learn and actually understand the information. Start focusing on school, and less on your video games! You need to do your homework!” With that, our mother shook her head and walked back up the stairs.

Our teacher would sit in front rocking her chair away she would read to us we would read it back to her so she knew were following along. Every day after school I would go to my grandparents and I could already smell the delicious food coming off the bus, my grandma would make the best homemade dishes they would help me focus after a long day of school as a little girl. We would do my homework together my work wasn’t so hard but as a child I just wanted to finish! When I was done I had the liberty to go play with my friends , Although, my friends were never available because they had homework I was always confused I mean I had homework but I finished it why would it take them so long , little did I know my friends didn’t have the same literacy sponsors as I did their parents were always working to be able to provide for them they were with an older siblings or grandparents that didn’t understand the English language . For a child in a low income family can affect there literacy not having their parents around to help them read and write. At the age of three is when the child’s brain is rapidly growing and with parents that are less educated might not know that importance of using language with their

S- My strategy is too have an early shift at work that ends in the early afternoon so I have the rest of the afternoon and evening to complete the course work for each class.

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.

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

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

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

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.

Before I was in 4th grade, I never participated in any club until I saw a sign about Cub Scouts. I asked my dad about it, and he mentioned that it was fun. I asked him to sign me up, but I was concerned it would affect my schoolwork. I was an average student, and I struggled with some subjects due to a learning disability. I joined Cub Scouts as a Webelo, the oldest level, and I became a new member of the den.

Throughout the years, I have grown and matured as a student, and a person. I have had several experiences which have shaped me into who I am and also shaped my values. I value family. As a senior in highschool, I had a lot of things on my shoulders. I needed to pick a college, a major, pretty much figure out my entire life in a matter of nine months. Many students had their family to fall back on when they needed support, I however, did not. My parents both had jobs that would take them away during the week. I would be home alone, taking care of the dogs, the house and myself while they were gone. It was very hard at first and I struggled. I was use to coming home and talking about whatever happened that day at school and practice, or something

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.

The progression of my education goals are as follows: My short term educational goal is to accepted as a nursing student here at York Technical College. My next goal will be to graduate from the nursing program as a Registered Nurse.

I once overdramatically complained in junior high about the impossibility of Algebra based on one atrocious test grade. I started comparing myself to others and my mom scolded me because I abandoned all hope. She reminded that I was in charge of my own journey and if I wanted something I could accomplish it. Throughout moments of my own self-doubt and discouragement, my mom was the one to motivate me through her independent and determined mindset.

I once overdramatically complained in junior high about the impossibility of Algebra based on one atrocious test grade. I started comparing myself to others and my mom scolded me because I abandoned all hope. She reminded that I was in charge of my own journey and if I wanted something I could accomplish it. Throughout moments of my own self-doubt and discouragement, my mom was the one to motivate me through her independent and determined mindset.