Overall, this break is just wonderful for children attending school. Since summer break is so beneficial for an already stressed out student, you would think that schools would support and encourage it right? Well for some reason, some think that taking away the “break” part from “summer break” and replacing it with extended school work is a good idea. Summer homework is a counterintuitive, useless practice that should be banned in all schools. Summer homework causes too much stress for students, squanders the learning opportunities and life lessons that summer break has to offer, and greatly reduces all the benefits of a free summer such as enhanced cognitive skills, well-being, and more.
We had planned to exchange books over the summer, hangout at the parks, and have sleepovers, but we never did. The day I came back from my mother’s it was the day of her funeral. I remember looking at the funeral home as we drove by and I swore I saw Haley walking out of the double doors, but I didn’t think much about it. I found out later that night that it was Haley, walking out through those double doors, and I remember feeling broken and lost, and that was how I lost my second best
Felicia Anane English Composition 1 Personal Narrative Essay 09/30/17. Attending College Nowadays people like to improve themselves in terms of education. People always learn about good or bad things that go around the world. Last summer was a special year in my lifetime. I was doing two jobs but nothing seems to be good for me.
On Thursday, we drank lime juice and I didn’t know what a lime was at the time, so I just went for it. It was so sour and tart that I knew I was never going to eat them again. If I could travel back, I would want to ask my teacher what a lime was, before I ate it. Then I might not have eaten it, or ruined my first experience trying it. On these two days I also made a new friend because of how funny our faces were.
I was extremely nervous about what to expect and how people were going to treat me. Little did I know… I was going to meet the best friend of my life, or so I thought. I ended up meeting my best friend in the middle of eighth grade. She lived where I lived and rode the same bus, but we never talked because we both were introverted people. We knew the same people, so we finally introduced ourselves to each other once our friends all came together.
Straight A’s on a report card after a long stressful semester. School’s out and now the whole summer is for relaxing, or is it? No, because you totally forgot about that AP summer assignment you picked up before school ended, didn’t you? Now you are going to be putting off the packet of work until last minute where you’re going to stress about not having it done and last minute be rushing to complete it. Piles of work accumulating into the deep pits of your binder and yet there doesn’t seem to be enough time to get to it.
THE PROVINCE WITHOUT OLD PEOPLE (self.freehorrorstories) submitted 3 months ago by -janrae It’s summertime again. To be honest, I don’t like staying at home during this season. My mom had always been nagging me to look for a summer job, which I really don’t like. I’ve been studying for the whole year and now I’m going to tire myself to work again for the rest of my vacation? Come to think of it, I heard that my aunt has a wide beautiful farm.
On Thursday, we drank lime juice and I didn’t really know what a lime was at the time, so I just went for it. It was so sour and tart that I knew I was never going to eat them again. If I could travel back, I would want to ask my teacher what it was. Then I might not have eaten it, or ruined my first experience trying it. On these two days I also made a new friend because of how funny our faces were.
Besides, one big reason why I traveled was because my grandmother got sick. At that moment I had a good job, but my heart throbbed for listening again our beautiful Azorean accent. So I decided to travel to Ponta Delgada to visit my grandmother Margarida and my aunt Ana, two days before the biggest festival of my island: the celebrations of Christ of the Miracles. When I got home, my grandmother insisted to be in the procession for her. So I went.
I waited for her, and my school almost started. I picked up my stuff and got up and she came and grabbed my arm and said, “I am so sorry I have to leave.” First I didn’t believe what she said. And I said okay, “I will wait for you.” It’s been ¾ year now she didn’t get back yet. Without her I really have homesickness, always sad, whenever I think about her and I almost cry. On 2012 I came to the USA.