She turned back around to focus on the teacher. The teacher just sat there and I felt awkward, and didn't know what to do, so I grabbed a pen and drew on my notebook. Something that looked like a sound wave started to take-shape on my notebook cover. “Ok class I will see you all tomorrow and good luck on your first day at Huckleberry High school.” the teacher said. The bell rang shortly after he said that.
“Are you sure?” “Yes!” “OK,” Sydney said as she slowly walked back to her locker, “What do you want to talk about?” “I’ve been doing terrible in my Algebra I class.” “Yeah, I know that.” “But my parents want to transfer me to Algebra II!” “What? Are you serious?” Sydney was shocked that Alice’s parents would do that. “I’m very serious,” Alice replied solemnly, “I don’t know what to do about it!” “Well, I could always try to teach you Algebra I so you’ll understand Algebra II easier.” “I appreciate it, Sydney. But do you remember in 4th grade when you tried to teach me the cake method?” The memory returned to Sydney. Just as she was going to respond, the bell rang.
Students start to slouch and lie their heads back, as teachers start to feel guilty for what they have done. You might say that homework will help teens and children to drill in the knowledge they’ve learned in school today, and help these kids learn some study habits. But let’s face it. The truth is that no student in any school loves homework. They have already spent their time in school focusing and learning for nothing, since homework is... ... middle of paper ... ... and focus towards learning about math, english, science and so on.
I felt she had made up her mind, to not have anything positive to say, so I just didn't respond. We ended the meeting with her telling me to email her a time I want her to come in during that week and observe my class. I emailed her and asked her to come in Wednesday during third period. She said she would, and if she wasn't there when class started to call down to Mrs. Dyson and let her know I was waiting. She didn't show up.
I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room. I got an A on my homework, but that A didn 't matter anymore I hurt my mom. Kids with parents who cannot speak English suffer a lot from having to do their homework on their own, this affects us in our academic growth and self-esteem. I grew up tutoring myself new words, I had to purchase my first dictionary at age 12 in order to learn new words and not feel dumb in class. My mom would come around and ask if I needed help (after that argument we had) I would say no with a smile on my face just to reassure her I knew what I was doing, but I really had no
For example, you’re up all night doing homework for other classes, but you forgot to study for this one quiz you will have early in the morning for your first period class. You start panicking heavily, becau... ... middle of paper ... ...ges. Defeating school, having a lack of knowledge, becoming lazy, and loosing your self respect and integrity will all show up later on in life. Works Cited 1. Ad Council 1999 Educational Testing Service (ETS) 2.
Every time, walking into english class I 'd get this weird sensation as if I 'm walking straight into failure. For me, I always pictured the classroom covered with my pervious essays with a huge F on it, the walls dark red, fog flowing a few feet above the ground, and my chair distanced from everyone else as if I don 't fit in. After the years I 've learned its not english that I hate, Its the fact that I 've never put the time and
I look down at my watch and it’s already 8;15 but no other students or the professor was in the classroom. I started to get a little nervous (maybe I was in the wrong the classroom?) If this was the old me (from high school), I would text my mom and be scared out of my mind not having a clue what to do. However, before I had gone up and left the classroom, out of blue my professor walks in and right behind him were the rest of the students. I asked the professor if this was Introduction to Philosophy, with a big smile on his face, he replied with “yes, you are in Introduction to Philosophy!” I sit back in my seat and was ready for the upcoming lecture on Philosophy.
The day when I had that dream I woke up early in the morning and studied a lot and reach college half an hour ahead. It declined my tension and worry. Secondly, I was so worried about losing my job and I had dream in which my manager kicked me out from the work and told me not to come back due to mine unpunctuality. So next day in morning I woke up early and get ready as soon as I can and went for work. I tried not to make any mistake with my costumers and tried to make them happy.
“I couldn’t make a bad impression if don’t talk to anyone,” I thought and so found a seat and quietly sat there till class started. With these already heart shattering experiences lodged in the back of my head, class abruptly started. “Hello class, my name is Mr.C and I will be your teacher!” said the tall, scary looking teacher who had just startled me.“Since today is the first day of school, and many of you are new we are going to do a name activity.” “I hate these,” I whispered under my breath, to scared to tell anyone. The game was boring and that is it. As the day progressed, I became accustomed to these painfully boring activities which happened in every single class, and worst of all I still couldn’t remember anyone's name.