It all began when Christmas break started. Just like other kids, I was extremely excited for the break. It meant no school for two weeks, presents, and more importantly, no school for two weeks. I didn’t know what I wanted for Christmas that year. I had everything, it seemed.
Learning is something I have always enjoyed, but not in the situation I was in, nor the subjects I had to learn. Switching schools took a toll on my grades, especially in core classes where the state standards varied. After my sophomore year, I realized that my grades were not going to be perfect because of how much we moved, and I started focusing on what subjects I enjoy instead of focusing my time and energy on memorizing information that was not going to be relevant anymore after taking a test. At a conference for the members of the Davidson Institute for Young Scholars I found a love for robotics and computers, so the past few years I have been focusing on that. I also researched
There is no glamor to war, and thanks to the war our entire generation will be wiped out very soon. The life at the front is terrible. It’s been a month since I have been here but it didn’t take much to realize the difference between our training they gave us and the actual war we had to fight. Within the first week I could tell that the training we received wasn’t anywhere close to enough.
Do you wear contacts? Well, when I was a freshman in high school my mother finally let me get contacts as long as I promised to take care of them. I thought all this meant was that I would destroy them or lose them I had no idea what it meant to "take care" of contacts. To my surprise, there were tons of rules. The eye doctor said to make sure I did not wear them to bed and to make sure I cleaned them with an enzymatic cleaner at least every few days.
Constant, heartless, tortutous comments on my chubby cheeks and disgusting physique. Here, I made my biggest mistake. I cried. I cried in front of everyone. You might think I 'm pathetic, but I was 14 and already struggling through body issues.
Third tip do not procrastinate ever what this is referring to is to not wait until the last moment to finish whatever homework is that you have because if you wait until the last minute your chances of getting a poor grade area pretty elevated. Four tip use your time in class wisely, if a teacher is letting you advance your homework, then focus on that instead of wandering around. This will help you a lot with minimizing your homework. Now you know the secret to success hope you use it
It figures that they would be cowards, hiding behind my walls. I was left with no other choice but to get them out. All I had were my hands. There they go again, yelling at me to stop and surrender. Wait, it’s that officer again!
I was locked in the darkness. Then I hear cans being dropped and someone’s swift footsteps. Hesitantly, I called out, “Hello, anyone there?” I called out again. Suddenly, someone grabbed onto my shoulder, and attempted to rip the jumpsuit out of my hands.
I no longer would have to feel the weight of that depressing concrete barrier in front of me every morning and every night. Nor hear the cries of empty hearts and hands when I see the tears of children or relive my own painful separation. Yes I would miss the good times, but the good times were embedded in my mind and not in the cold walls of an empty room. I located Papas old suitcase from when he was a shoe salesman. Its hinges had been bent slightly when it had been tossed across the front room.
When I study for my tests, I mainly read over flashcards, notes, look in the textbook for reference, and write things that I need to memorize over and over again. Even though I do this, I fail to focus and do it enough times where I can ace my tests. By extending my
I listened as the familiar click of her kitten heels faded as she walked down the steps and into the kitchen. I trudged out of bed, twisting my Star Wars boxers back to normal (Yes, you heard correctly. I own men’s Star Wars boxers!)