Personal Narrative: My Homework At Chelan High School

When one enrolls into an honors or advanced English class, there are many worries that come to mind. These worries create thoughts such as ‘Am I a good writer?’, ‘Will I pass?’, or ‘How do I even start a paper?’. My teachers never specifically taught me to write. My teacher that I had for 9th grade English and my 10th grade honors English class always gave good grades. Once I got into my first AP English class, I felt as though my writing was inferior. In my distress, I went to the internet and I found that you do not have to be gifted in academic writing to get good grades on your essays, I found that organization is the key to writing a powerful essay.

I feel that a variety of students also struggle with these bad habits each day. No one is perfect, but with the help of Peterson’s research, one can motivate themselves mentally. Not only can they do this by writing down their goals, but also putting them to practice. It may not be easy at first, but writing down some short and long term goals can keep one to stay in school and work hard. An important idea to remember from the article is writing down thoughts and emotions helps one to be less stressed. Putting Jordan Peterson’s research to practice as schools will benefit each student to achieve academic

Choices. Regardless if the choice is good or bad, everybody makes them. There are times where the choices people make can alter their lives forever; this was one of those times. It was April 26, 2013, a normal friday for me attending West Middle School in my sixth grade year. At the time, I was the definition of an attention freak; I always wanted the spotlight on me. For a reason still not known to this day, I wanted people to feel bad for me. I thought that by gaining sympathy, I would be able to make friends and be the talk of the school. What I didn’t realize is that not all attention is good; some can be devastating. Unfortunately for me, I was not thinking about the effects of the choice that I was about to make. I couldn’t have possibly

Responsibility is being able to take psychological ownership of what I do. Also, taking the lead in anything I do.

Responsibility is a key component in establishing a person’s character and a vital part of human existence. Of the three definitions the Oxford Dictionary provides, the one of most relevance is; the opportunity or ability to act independently and take decisions without authorization. This definition is particularly important because the decisions a person makes without the influence of others essentially denotes a person’s character and displays who they truly are. Throughout life, numerous opportunities are brought about which require a person to take responsibility and make the appropriate choices. Students are expected to be responsible throughout their academic careers by upholding the standards established by the institution they are

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

First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.

When in high school I had to self motivate. I went to an online school and no one was around to hold my hand. If I did not turn in an assignment I was out of luck. So I learned how to motivate myself and prioritize my assignments. I have always been a giant procrastinator. I was that kid that would do homework in class because I would honestly procrastinate so much I would forget the assignment existed. In high school I began to have this work for my advantage. I found that I was really good under pressure, so if I had a paper due at midnight I would wait until ten to actually begin writing it. I found that my grades actually improved and I was more confident in my work. I liked the papers I would write and actually did super well on my quizzes.

Back in my fifth grade class I remembered how all of my friends and I were in the same class together. This meant having great time for us. Spending every day of class each other, and building a stronger friendship. Since we were all in the same class, we took advantage of the class believing that our teacher couldn't stop all of our mischievous behavior. We caused many problems for her. As fifth graders being immature was oblivious to us. It felt like a daily routine to cause trouble and give our teacher a hard time. We were loud kids that didn't show much respect. However, when we actually got in trouble it felt like it was the end of the world. We thought our teacher was the meanest of all, and we just thought about having fun. When fifth

I just want to profusely apologize for just now turning in my final paper. I wrote it after our meeting and finished it early morning Tuesday, but I stupidly did not turn it in because I wanted to revise it again Friday. However, my final for orgo ran really late and I found myself running to catch my bus to New York. In my absentmindedness and lack of sleep, I completely forgot I had not turned it in and left, leaving my laptop at home. I realized I did not turn it in pretty quickly, but there was not much I could do since I was scheduled to come back until today. I take complete responsibility for my lack of prudence and hope it can still be accepted.

When I evaluate my school year, many things come to my mind. I think about friends. I think about my highs and lows. I also think about how I have grown. My 7th grade year at CMS was full of concepts learned, and personal growth

For the first time ever, we as students are on our own. We determine our own grade, and our own time, which for me was the scariest part of the transition. I’ve always been the type of student who depends on guidelines and due dates to make sure I am on track, and will receive a good grade. For college, most classes involve doing assignments on your own time, and using your past knowledge to know how each one should be done. Although I always found a way to get all of my assignments done, I still was a big procrastinator. College has taught me; procrastination will get you no where. Aside from having no choice, I also made the choice of keeping up on my assignments well before their due dates. I feel like this was a major part of my growing experience. I realized what my priorities need to be, and that when you do them as you should, the reward is much greater. “The best way out is always through.” A quote Mr. Lightcap uses quite often that I will never forget. Whenever I have a feeling that I don’t want to do something, I repeat

Learning something new every day seems really boring to high school students. But, looking back to when we were younger, it was very exciting for some of us. One of the roughest things I had to learn was ride a bike. I was excited to learn how to ride a bike without training wheels, so I could be like my brother and dad. The thing I didn’t know is that I would be a confident and adventurist person. I learned that doing what your parents says is the safest way to doing anything.

The shrill bell rings throughout Cambridge-Isanti High School at 2:50 p.m. signaling the end of a school day. Among the crowded halls full of students trying to leave as quickly as possible, Rachel leisurely heads to where she plans on meeting her friends: Sadie, Molly, and Payton. With the background noise of lockers opening and closing as well as the people chatting around her, Rachel says goodbye to her classmates and grabs her black and white Under Armour backpack from Mrs.Hennen's prep room as she greets her friends, so they all can go to swimming practice together. “We always have met up there,” Rachel says, “it's a tradition.”

Before college, I was the type of student that did not need to study. I would do the bare minimum and manage to get As and Bs. When assigned homework I would rush to complete it and not look at it until it was time to hand it in. Unlike in my other classes, in math, this behavior did nothing but hurt my grade. My assignment would have all types of markings on them and would pay them no mind as long as the overall grade was acceptable. In retrospect, if I had put effort into understanding the little mistakes that I did and why what I got wrong was wrong, my math averages throughout the years would have been exponentially better.