Personal Narrative Analysis

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When I was a child, I neglected to put any effort towards my grades, as I didn’t think much of my education. I would come to class, and goof around with my peers, occasionally I would pay attention when the teacher called my name, but me being the disrespectful, ignorant, brat that I was, I would shrug my shoulders and neglect to respond. My education was so bad that I stayed after for special needs English language Arts tutoring, but I didn’t mind as I saw it as more time to make acquaintances.

That was my childhood until around the third grade, at the beginning of the year the teacher told us to write down on a sheet of paper what we wanted to become when we grew up. Me, being the curious little boy that I was decided an astronaut an adequate

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During my early education, meaning elementary school and middle school, I was a very average student. I gave an average amount of effort to my grades, and I received above average results. This did not bother me, until the end of my 8th-grade year. At this point in the year, I was filling out what classes I desired to take the following year, my freshman year. I realized that from this point forward, I had to take my education much more serious, in order to get accepted to whichever college I desired. therefore, when planning my classes, I decided to challenge myself more than I ever have in the past, and take multiple honors courses. I assumed because of my grades, that I had what it took to be an honors-level student, but I was very wrong. One teacher, Mrs. Johnson, made me realize the kind of effort, time and energy needed to be devoted to my education.
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This weekend my mom, me, Ann, and Ann's boys are going to minnesota's largest candy store. I can not wait to go because we get so much candy and drinks there. We go there every year and always end up spending more money than we did last year. We also went to the Granite City Speedway it is a dirt track it is so much fun. I always help out there I work on the cars and even get food for the guys. I love to work there even if I do not get payed it is still fun. I work with a racer named Shane Sabraski. We know him because he use to work with my grandpa. We proceed to go to almost every race of his. Shane almost won 12,000 dollars for a big race he was in. Sadly in the last lap the race car behind him passed him, so he only got 5,000 dollars.
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a bath. Then we watched a little more tv together and then my sister and me started packing a bag full of stuff we can do in the car on the way to Texas. When we finished we went to bed and it is like 9:00 at night. In the morning at 4:30 we woke up and we brush our teeth and got into some comfy close if we wanted to or we can stay in pajamas and my sister and me stayed in our pajamas and our dad and mom got into comfy clothes and we packed are car and got blankets and pillows and we got into the car and we left and it was about 5:00.
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