For the last two years of my life, I thought my name was “you’re late.” It was the first thing everyone seemed to say to me. If I heard this once, I heard it a hundred times in my 16 years of life. I do understand it is very disrespectful, but I do come by it honestly. My dad’s family is always late. My life is spent sitting around waiting for one of them to arrive. I guess when you are brought up in that atmosphere; it must rub off on you. It drives my mother nuts. Well this wonderful family trait is where my story gets its roots. This is a saying my papa states before he begins a story, he always tells you it’s “roots” or where the story begins. So as I was saying, I was born into a family that do not seem to own a clock. For me, my being late seems to cause me the most trouble with school.
When I started going to high school, my mom had to take me all the way across the county to my school. The only way to get there was going by two other schools, and you never knew how the traffic was going to be. We had to drop my brother off at his school first then go to mine. In the middle of the school year, my brother’s school changed their drop off policy. Students could not be dropped off earlier than 25 minutes before the first bell. We would drop off my brother and rush through traffic trying desperately to arrive on time for me to get to class. To say the least, I was late a lot. Now that is my version of the situation; my mom would say something different. The part about the school time change is exactly right, but the part about me not getting up on time and falling asleep in the shower was kind of left out. If we left on time, I would have five full minutes to walk to class, but I would always wait to the la...
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...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”
Why it is important to do your work on time, and how does it affect others? This prompt simple answers itself the reason why it is important to do your work on time is because it affects other people, but how it affects people is the real question. It affects people in many different ways like making the teacher go back and grade something she already graded, and another is in this incident it almost made the class take a test.
It was a warm morning, Leah was getting ready to see her new high school with her mom. She looked through the window and saw a young boy around her age wearing a red cap, cutting off weed and fixing up a place across from where she lives. The guy knew she was looking at him from across the window, so he looked up and gave a smile at her. Leah moved away from the window and got embarrassed. She then took another peek and saw that the guy left with his bicycle, she was wondering who he was. A few minutes later, Leah’s mother took her to the high school she will be attending to, she saw the high school and it was much different where she attended to in New York, it was like a type long house with only 3 big room, they only had 1st year, 2nd year, and 3rd year of high school. They put her 1st year of high school which is like freshman year again. Leah will be starting high school within 2 weeks. She was kind of excited but yet nervous about how people will act with her since she can’t speak much Spanish. The next day she saw the guy she looked at through the window again cleaning up the property from across her house, he saw her looking at him again and he waved hi to her, Leah hid quickly and turned red, she told herself “ he probably thinks I’m a weirdo or he probably thinks I’m stalking him”. She then wanted to say hi back
In a homework assignment i did for intro to law i had to ask a student what rule they wanted to change and a lot of students overheard about 15 and said the tardy policy because it takes away from are learning.This tardy Policy affects everyone. Some students that know that they will be late rather not show up because they rather not get the 30 min detention. As a student many classmates have done this , they like school but they don't want to serve a detention during or after school. Teachers are instructed to close the doors as soon as the bells ring and if you don't make it on time that's your “fault” , then what happens is you'll just stay outside of class waiting till the staff pass by to sweep you up and take you to your
It was 3 a.m., and I could hear the argument downstairs. My parents had to do this at 3 a.m.? I got up, walked around for a minute, and went back to bed- I had school the next day. This became an increasingly common occurrence, almost every other day the fall and winter of junior year. The argument had been more or less the same for the last month, centering around my dad's alcoholism and family's money troubles.
My good friend Sydney's alarm goes off at 10:15 AM and she wakes in her dorm room at West A Living Center and knows that she has to get ready for her class at 11:00 in Lake Superior Hall. She has learned that it only takes her approximately fifth-teen minutes to get ready in her room, as long as her roommate, Jennifer, was already gone to her classes, since she always takes the longest to get ready. After Sydney leaves her dorm room, she heads to the Lobby Shop in Kirkhof to grab a snack since she will not be eating until later in the afternoon. Once Sydney finishes eating, she walks to LSH and sits outside her Psych 101 class waiting to talk with her fellow Psych classmate and best friend, Mackenzie, until class starts. Sydney's dorm-life experience is different from that of a commuter student such as myself. However, in the long run during the college years the adventures of both commuters and dorm students ...
Kids and teen everywhere are rushed, stressed, and not doing as well in school because they aren't getting the right amount of sleep. About 40% of american high schools start classes before 8:00 am and more than 20% of middle schools start at 7:45 am or earlier. School start times should be later because teens need sleep and it improves their overall academic grades.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
While the push for later school start times has many supporters, some fail to believe that the positive benefits outweigh the negative. Beginning school later in the morning requires a shift in the schedule as a whole—causing teachers, coaches, bus drivers, and parents to drastically shift their schedules as well (Editorial). A shift in the schedule would cause financial complications for school districts. For instance, extra transportation services may be needed to accommodate a shift in the schedule (Editorial). Some school districts remain reluctant to change start times, despite the mental and physical evidence that supports the benefits of later classes.
Studies have suggested that the average adolescent brain doesn’t even start to fully function until around 9:30 am. Many schools already use the suggested later arrival time, so students can be ready to learn when they arrive at school. Another thing that everyone knows or remembers about high school, school is all. of the homework that needs to be done for tomorrow. Plus projects that are due.
The alarm beeps again sounding like a fire alarm going off. School starts before 8am. Using your fingers to hold open your eyes and dragging your feet, you get in the car and drive yourself to school. Will you even be able to make it through your day? School days for teens start to early. Teens aren't getting the sleep recommended for a healthy start to their day. Later start times for middle and high schools are proven to benefit both students and teachers.
Firstly, in the first article, a girl named Jilly Dos Santos stands up to the school and makes the school starting time later, by leading many students to help change the starting time. It also talks about how even students reading the article can step up and show their opinion to their school district about school starting times! in the article it states,” Your body isn't just on a later schedule though— your brain also needs more total hours of sleep (about 9.25 a night) to function at its best. Sadly, most teens are able to squeeze in only about 7.1 hours, on average.” This shows that if people don’t change the school starting times, most teenagers are losing around 2 hours of needing rest! in conclusion, if people like Jilly Dos Santos step up to change school times, teenagers may finally be able to get the
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
My Mom was very “Autocratic” (Popkin) about this issue. She is the youngest child of seven and every one of her siblings received awards for never missing a day of school in all twelve years. They were recognized in the town newspaper for this achievement combined with never missing a day of Sunday School. My older brother never missed a day of school from K-12. I missed one day in 4th grade when instead I went to the doctor because I insisted on staying home. My younger sisters both missed a day or two. One broke her leg but only missed about one day, the youngest was granted permission to miss school in High School for my Grandmother’s funeral. My brother left for his mission in August before school started so we got to go to the MTC to see him off; however when he left for Mexico, only my parents went to the airport to see him off (back in the days prior to the TSA when you could wait at the gate to say good-bye). My sisters and I were in school that day because my mom didn’t feel that was a valid reason to miss school. I went to school in 8th grade after throwing up in the morning. I remember feeling absolutely horrible all day and running into the bathroom at lunch to throw-up again. Clearly, missing school was not-negotiable for any reason. This issue handled in an autocratic style has had interesting effects on me. On the one hand I feel guilty when my children stay home from
As a normal twelve-year old student, I was in my sixth grade Reading class afterschool. I was failing the class and my teacher Mrs. Garcia, told me that I needed at least a seventy to pass. In order to get that passing grade I needed to stay afterschool. I kind of disliked Reading, and it was very frustrating to be there after school hours. Since my dad has been very strict with my grades as well as my sister 's, I needed to be passing every single class I had. My mom and dad have always been working morning shifts so in the afternoon we could all be together. They could only arrange to pick up my little sister from Kinder. However, my older sister, Ninis & I needed to walk home every day.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a