Even though Mawi’s life was hard for much of his life, he managed to make the most of his situation and learn as much as he could from school, his family, his mistakes, and his hardships and eventually get to Harvard. One of the first things he learned when he came to America was to treat everyone like angels, even the “lowliest of beetles: beggars, vagrants, and misfits”(Pg 29). “People always mistreated the angels, my father said because they never looked like angels”(Pg 29). Along with this Mawi’s parents “Hammered into our minds the importance of excelling in school”(Pg 33). Twolde’s tragic death at first caused Mawi to mourn, but later this event ends up making Mawi remember him fondly and want to be like him.
But your book made me realize that it happens and it is the way of life and I have learned to accept it. When I found out that Cara felt she no longer had a purpose I was befuddled. I felt this because it reminded me of when my sister thought she was worthless and had no purpose in life. This part in your book reminded me that not everyone in life is happy or feels like they have a purpose and feel useless. It got me thinking that this might possibly be a reason for suicides.I have also realized that some people become so attached to their lives that when a change occurs their whole world goes upside
I never really grasped why he hated the squirrels so much. He would say he was afraid the birds wouldn’t come back, and that was what he was there for. He loved hearing the birds sing their melodies. Every day, he would make time to get his Bible out and try to teach me something. He would flip through page after page of the tethered Bible looking for things to read aloud.
My first Tuesday, I was in such a great denial, admittedly, this was also the day I realized I wanted change. I remember so clearly the patient look on his face when I sat in the car, the phone on my ear. I realize now I was wasting time that could 've been with him. I remember sitting with him, worried that he would suddenly drop at anytime, but as time progressed, it didn 't even seem like he was going, he was just there, teaching me. Our last lesson was the best though, we sat there, conversing like the old friends we now were, the death and age clearly showing on his face.
Entertainment; though only one word among our extensive AP vocabularies, it is a word that signals many red flags in the minds of those who read Amusing Ourselves to Death. While the concept of letting our valuable time and powerful minds go to waste sits on high alert on our radars, we will always often look for the little bits of fun in even the most boring of situations. Coming into junior AP English, I was not anticipating the numerous amounts of life changing perspectives and discussions that came our way; however, I can safely say that the teacher I received on my schedule managed to gracefully walk along the tightrope between educational and entertaining. The entertainment factor in the classroom setting personally assists me in grasping concepts and lessons quicker and easier than just sitting in a lecture hall, yet too much fun and games only results in frustration for the students in the top of their graduating class. Based on the given descriptions, the candidates listed for the senior AP English positions are not necessarily as good at walking along the fine line between learning all that we can and having a
While at Nashoba, I have only had a few classes that have caused so much distress as my freshman World History class. I left eighth grade with a huge ego in history, but that was middle school and Mr. Sakellarion’s class was a whole new ballpark. Looking back, I should have dropped to accelerated and gotten an easy a, but my pride and love for that class got the better of me, and my grade. For those of you who were wise enough to stick with accelerated, Mr. Sakellarion’s tests and quizzes caused severe anxiety, breakdowns and stress from most of his students, however the day to day classes made that stress worthwhile. From the first test up until the final I struggled in that class, scraping by with mostly C’s and the rare and glorified B
I didn 't let myself be defined by test scores and I surrendered all the broken pieces in my life to Jesus. It was (not THAT easy but still) easier to brush off the 56% on a physics midterm because I knew who I was in Christ and that I am still loved and valued regardless of how bad I do on exams (but not going to lie, I almost cried during and after the test). After my life started looking and feeling different, I started doing better in school for some reason. My grades were not so pretty until about week 6 and God just pulled me through. Honestly I don 't think I could 've achieved anything without Him.
I never really gave much thought to resilience before it entered my orbit about three years ago. Even then, I was more enamored of the concept of using resilience to help others than I was with the idea that I might somehow apply resilience principles to help myself. However, the animated discussions from Friday’s class stimulated a considerable amount of introspection in me once I left the classroom. First, I acknowledge I am an exceptionally sensitive, emotional person; when I experience events, I feel them very deeply – I like to joke that I cry at Kleenex© commercials, but that is the truth…compassionate, empathetic, emotional, pick any or all of these adjectives, and that describes me. The lessons on self-awareness and resilience
Each day the end of homework marked the beginning extra Music Theory. Whether it was playing pre-recorded audio to identify chords or writing my own progressions there was always something to do to prepare for the upcoming AP. The impact of “playing catch-up” after a virtually useless semester was still evident in my score, but that aspect hardly mattered. At the end of the year, even though many students had higher averages than me, I was the one who received the student of the year award for Music Theory. I am still in shock that my teacher decided chose me, yet I in a sense understand his decision.
After searching for minutes I came to the harsh reality; nothing was amiss and this was my paper, but what was wrong with it? I stayed after class and he made me read it again, and again, and again until I finally realized that even I found myself disagreeing with my overview of Hamlet and Death. I had been inflated with a false sense of confidence when it came to my writing ability, I had just assumed that he would be content with my writing, even impressed with it. Yet, I had put forth no individual effort to impress him. Several days later, I fixed it and received a 92, which I was certainly pleased with, but not satisfied, and I knew satisfaction would not come unless I presented him with something truly
For that reason i believe I wasn’t able to complete the notes for “To Kill A Mockingbird.” Even though there were some challenges I still passed the semester final on “To Kill A Mockingbird,” with a solid B. I turned in all my work and had no missing assignments. I participated quite a bit too also. I managed to make a lot of new friends on the way. I need to improve on getting more stamps. We do discussions a ton in
He didn’t trust me but atleast he did get a punishment for a few days which I felt pretty interesting because he was the one who usually bossed me around. I just tend to hate to spend 30 seconds just to clear out the spit and also touch the cold brass. Some ways I thought to improve it was to continue more dialogue even if he didn’t believe it was true. For the rest of the week, I was stuck setting up the trombone but I gained a pencil for homework