The Dumb Test

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

This schooling occurs close to three quarters of the course of the year, for twelve years and maybe even more. He calls this routine “deadly,” and the schools in which this is occurring are “forced confinement” and “virtual factories of childishness.” Children are told when they are going to do something, they receive a schedule made for them and must go to them at the assigned time, usually at the sound of the bell. The schools themselves “all too often resemble prisons.” This abrupt truth makes people realize that getting an education would be difficult to do, considering the teachers closely resemble the boring and controlled environment, the students must learn in. These factories where children are “shaped and fashioned” into a product of society’s “specifications.” This negative tone and views really allows the reader to see that school environments are not beneficial to everyone and can be quite negative.

The feeling that the Mr. Braaksma, Andrew is trying express is a feeling of discovery and value. Mr. Braaksma was able to witness what a possible life could be like without an education, which allowed for a deeper value in his efforts in his own school work. Mr. Braaksma never worried about attending school, and always planned to complete his high education without understanding what might come if he did not attend or complete. Further, Mr. Braaksma understood that his efforts shortly be more predominant, and shown from within his school work. A description given was that he would turn in re-writes for classes and just float on through.

On her short home visit she was able to see the different between her formal life and her new life. She was struggling to pay rent because her jobs didn’t pay her enough. In previous life she was only concern about writing and she did have to worry about rent money or finding a job.

I have been given this opportunity to be here, in this world that is mind boggling to even think about it, but I don’t know what to do with it. Every day is a cycle, but the only difference is that my time cuts shorter every passing day. I don’t really know what I’m doing, all of my friends have their lives figured out. They have mapped out their entire life; right down to what they’ll wear to their 65th birthday bash the grandkids put together. We live in a world where you’re expected to go to school for the first quarter of your life, and then work until you die. But I don’t want to do that. I want to travel and explore, spend time with my family and think about meaningful things that will make a difference. Meaningful things that I can use to change the world. How can we accept such a limited life when we only get this chance once? I have never been so trapped and if I knew it would have been like this, I would rather not have be born. How unfair is that? To want to live this great big life with hopes and dreams and desire to make a change, but instead you’re trapped in the corner of your bedroom imagining it all right before you fall asleep at three in the morning. I dream of leaving this small town and making my name known. I dream of waking up in Italy to watch the sunrise from my bedroom window. I dream of finding happiness and acceptance. I wonder what it would be like to wake up in a world that didn’t discriminate based on

When we were traveling to America we faced many difficulties, but once we made it to our Aunt's house in Virginia we knew it was going to be a great, yet grueling experience. When I first started going to school it seemed as if I was on another planet. Everyone looked different, spoke a strange language, and had a distinct mindset then me; the life of a kid should seem easy because there isn’t anything to worry about, yet worrying about everything was my coping mechanism. When I entered middle school depression and anger hit me like a freight train, so much to the point where I almost committed suicide. Fighting my so called friends for “fun” and not caring about my future was my life for those

Like all kids my age, I’ve dreamed of success. I always subconsciously wanted to be known or be recognized for something. However, it was clear that I set up my life in a way that was inconceivable. My daily behavior revolved around apprehension. But, after reading this book, I reevaluated my attitude toward life. I didn’t have an immediate revelation, but it was clear that my personality was formed solely by negativity. In my mind, I was just a teenager “being myself,” but this was not going to give me the fulfillment that I envisioned. Deep down, I wanted to explore. I wanted to see new places and meet new people. However, I was set up as someone that will have a life that would be dictated by the fear of uncertainty. After this realization, it was clear I had two

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

She was talking about her own story, her father’s career life, her friend Michael Matthews’s military experiences, the way that her mother taught her in her childhood. From those real-world experiences, we can see how the different environment, society background, and family influence individual in different ways; and how individuals with different personalities react in the same background environment. She made her academic studies simply enough by offering a share of context for readers.

He had dreams and hope and he wanted to achieve them. He was frustrated due to the lack of opportunities and resources in his rez. His frustration crosses the limit when he sees his mother’s name on the geometry book; he was reading a book that is at least thirty years old. Then, Junior decides to fight back. He knew he had to do something, but he just needed a push. He gets the push he needed from his geometry teacher, Mr. P, whom he threw the geometry book at. Mr. P motivates Junior that he cannot give up like everyone else in the rez; he tells him to go somewhere else where he can save his dreams and hope. Therefore, he decides to go to Reardan, an all white school, which is twenty-two miles away from his rez.

As I got older I started to come to the realization that plans often do not go exactly as contrived. Sometimes, the plans I have made will alter in some way, or drop all together, resulting in an enormous amount of stress. This was the case when I decided to change my choice in career my senior year of high school. Most of my life I had been working toward the goal of being a dance teacher, but while watching a medical drama about kids with cancer, I soon realized my desire to be a pediatric oncology nurse was stronger than my love for dance. With that decision, all of my plans had entirely changed.

The obnoxious beeping of my alarm woke me from my deep sleep. There I was standing in front of the mirror getting ready for my first day of high school. The deep thoughts flooded into my head like a river. “Who am I going to be?” “Are people going to like me for me?” (SV) “What’s class going to be like?” As I thought quietly that morning I decided to make a promise to myself...

“Charlie wake up now, your gonna be late for school again!” Jack, Charlie’s father, exclaimed. “Dad, I don’t want to go to school today or tomorrow...or ever. I’m tired of it all.” Charlie moaned out. “Charlie boy, you need to succeed in school, for me and your mother and for our family. Do this for us son.” Jack explained. Charlie rolled out of bed and slipped on his boots and his uniform. He glanced in the mirror and saw an unfamiliar face stare back at him, a changed person. Charlie slung his bag over his shoulder and made sure to grab his money before he left. As he approached his group of friends, he looked around and realized everything was the same. The same as yesterday and the day before that, and even the day before that. Charlie came to the realization that nothing would ever

The Superintendent walked solemnly down the dimly lit hallway. The vast walls of lockers gave him an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, eating away at his soul like acid eating away metal. The psychologically effects transmitted to his outer body, causing him to halt to an abrupt stop. Standing like a deer in headlights, his mind was instantaneously flooded with brisk images of the once flourishing hallways. He stifled a faux smile, composed himself, and erratically walked into the main office, where he prepared to apologetically deliver the final afternoon announcement of the High School’s history. Alone¬¬––later in his office, another pang of dense, impenetrable darkness suffocated him and he let out a cry of resignation. He put his chapped

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.