Sudoku-Personal Narrative

In grade school, I was never the one who was passionate about reading. However, when it came time to write a story, I was excited and even wrote stories on my own. In third grade, my friends and I would write fictional stories during lunchtime and present them to our teacher after recess. I can still remember the sense of pride we felt when we saw the surprised and proud looks on our teacher’s face. It made us want to write more and more. But years went on, and I still never formed a fondness for recreational reading. I’ve been assigned more than five books a year in the past; some would catch my interest, but never enough to pull me in as much as to read in my spare time. There were rare occasions when I was really pulled into a book that was assigned to me. To this day I do not know if that was because of the mere thought that I was not willingly reading the book, or just that I did not have the patience for it. All

Carleigh Bergeman Professor Nicolas Veroli Philosophical Perspectives 10 May 2015 (Imagination) Essay 1 Imagination associates our thoughts with our minds. Imagination can take us places and we can create scenarios that are often incorrect. An imagination can create a picture of something that you have not been able to experience. We imagine what it is like to experience some places and the sights we would see if we were there. Throughout philosophy imagination is a concept many philosophers ponder as they attempt to find a more theoretical definition. W.E.B Du Bois, Sor Juana, and Ibn Tufayl, use their definition of imagination to persuade their readers into believing what they believe.

Sitting in my Algebra 1 class, I waited for my teacher to dismiss us. Apparently, my classmates didn’t get the memo since the second the bell rang, everyone dashed towards the door, while I remained seated and casually asked my teacher if she had distributed out the homework. I only did such act because no homework assigned in math is an anomaly, disrupting the balance and structure of the class. To many of my peers, school, in particular, homework, is treated as a burden, but I see it as necessary supplementary practice to succeed in school.

The Class: When N got into class, she followed her other classmates to her seat. She sat in the middle of the carpet and stared sideways for the first part of the class. The teacher wrote the word ‘respect’ on the board and asked the class to spell it with her, but N continued to stare off to the side of the classroom (where the piano was). The class also sang a couple of songs, one that just introduced them to

I spend the a lot of my time doing extracurriculars, like playing baseball, piano, and skiing. When I do read a book, it entails utter silence or I’ll be lost in foggy thought. My hometown has a main library, along with miniature counterparts in each grade school. When I was younger, I would ride my bike there with my sister and check out books that may have interested me. I looked for books with deeper meaning; themes that I can relate to but delivered in a way that will intrigue me from bookend to bookend. The irony behind this was that I was chasing, searching for a great book, where a great book found me. It was spanked on my desk by my tenth grade English teacher Mrs. Walke. It was about the truth behind boys. It is titled Lord of the Flies. Unlike the boys in this book, who get to run unrestricted, there was no need for running, searching, and exploring in my town, because everything needed to know has already been discovered. It is the digital age, where a device the size of a cassette can replace a pocketwatch, library, boombox, and mail carrier. Most of my reading do occur on my smartphone, skimming through online articles and

I sit there waiting, and waiting for her to show up. Before I know it, lunch is over.

I rubbed my eyes trying to awaking myself. I looked around and the room that was once empty was now filled with desks and pencils just like a normal classroom looks. I looked over to Jenny.

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!

In 5th grade, I remember that our visiting times to the school library decreased and so did my urge to read. I almost forgot how it felt to be reading books of my own choice. The only time when I would read was when my teacher would assign a specific chapter to read of the book Wonder, and a worksheet. Filling out a worksheet after reading or while reading is like a punishment, the sheet is not letting me enjoy what i’m reading. Instead it’s made me a working machine, trying to pick out small details throughout the book. As I recall, I stopped reading for my own pleasure at that time. However the next year, 6th grade, in Language Arts we would visit the library once a month, or I would visit during the quiet S.T.A.R time to pick out a book. I picked off where I left off in my reading journey and starting reading again! I realized then, my interest in book genres had changed. Why, I was more interested in books taking place in middle school/high school, meaning that I enjoyed realistic fiction. Continuing on reading, I transitioned into 7th grade. In 7th grade I kept on reading more and more, I even kept a chart of the books I read! My Language Arts teacher also read along with the class with her own books and also encouraged me. Infact, both of my middle school Language Arts teachers encouraged me to keep reading. They would be surprised every time I announced that I finished a book, that made me want to surprise them more. Overall, this time period with my teachers helped me boost my reading

My principle, Mr. Brown, had the fourth and fifth graders competing to meet their AR goals. The top 5 readers in each grade got to go on special lunches at the end of the nine weeks. I remember telling myself “I’m going on every lunch.”, and that’s just what I did all the way through fifth grade. Everyday he would end the morning announcements with “Reading is power, don’t let anyone take it from you.” This pushed me to read any book no matter how thick it was. Every time I would place either third, fourth and fifth until my last time in fifth grade; I got second. Once in middle school I loved reading still but, we had to start reading books that were picked in class and do assignments on them. To myself I thought “Why can’t I read what I like.” I was just being stubborn due to being able to read independently in elementary, until seventh grade, in which I finally got books that I enjoyed. My two favorites from middle school are The Outsiders, a book about a teen gang, the Greasers, and their beef between a rival group; and Night, a book about the author Elie Wiesel’s experience in the Nazi German concentration camps at the climax of World War II. These two books made me feel the same feeling I felt when I was a young reader, a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. Every since that time in my life I decided to give any book a chance and I try to read at least one book every couple of

I start throwing more objects - a pencil, a crumpled piece of paper, and my ring. More students are being called on and some are starting to notice and giggle at my antics on waking up sleeping beauty.

I had to stop solely focusing on math and start trying to improve on my reading and writing. For the longest time, I avoided reading the classics because I was afraid I wouldn’t understand them or they were boring. I had always read for pleasure and even considered myself a bookworm at one point. The problem was that I had only read “brainless” books, books that were easy reading. I started with what looked to me as the simplest, shortest book: Animal Farm. The book took me two hours to finish. After reading it, I thought to myself, that wasn’t too bad. I felt proud that I had decided to start reading those types of books. The next few books I read were similar in level and length. I decided that I would try to read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. It took me a long time to fully comprehend what I read and I couldn’t make myself read the book for more than a few hours a day. When I finally finished, I jumped up and ran to tell my older sister, the real bookworm of my family, the good news. I was even more excited to tell her how my reading score jumped 100 points after I had taken a practice

I finish my homework for classes like science, language arts, social studies and more, as I try to be patient to wait for my math homework to come. Math is something I enjoyed ever since I was a little child, when I’m bored I turn to math right away.

I'm currently sitting in Math class and glaring at the math paper in front of my face. Why in the world do we have homework? Whoever invented homework must be the most hated man alive?

Corbin Alicandro once said in an interview with the Times, “you can hear all the senior students say, Marty Northrip is their favorite teacher,” and if you have been reading the Yellow Jacket Standout stories for the past following Wednesdays, you’ll know this to be true. Born in Redding, California,