At the start of seventh grade I had very stressful worries, but most of my anxiety went away as the year went on. I still have some worries that are stressful now. My first major worry is about forgetting my homework because I can’t get it if I had left it at my house. My next worry that I still have is being late. An example of this is that instead of my dad taking me to school, my mom is taking my brother and I.
The first few weeks of school were great. I had stupendous grades, and I was flourishing in all of my classes. But after a while, I stared to skip school with my friends, because we thought classes were dull. Since I had an IEP school didn’t matter to me because as long as I reached the academic goal I’d be fine.
At first I thought the whole thing was fake in my head and didn’t believe it so I just went on with my day. Last block came about and that was my only normal class of the day believe it or not. Then I went home and nothing really happened after that. Then Friday came along, students were still goin crazy and I didn’t know what to think about that.
) The final reason homework is not benefiting students is that most homework is claimed to prepare kids for next year considering both amount of homework they receive and what they learn in class. While most parents would say kids need to know what they 're going to be doing the next
The history teacher informed him that I had detention and wouldn 't be able to attend the tutoring session, so he wasn 't exactly happy with me. He didn 't know that I actually didn 't mind being here, but I couldn 't tell him that either. " Okay. I understand.
At first I started off taking 1 or 2 classes per semester, but outside interference had me gradually upping the classes. Between work, a lack of motivation due to not having any idea of what I wanted out of life carved out, and pressure from family, I found myself not prepared for these classes. This is what you will see as you look up and down my transcript and see W's and WF's. You will see the unachieved goals, the times I thought I was an angel, the times I dreamt of being perfect. At the time of writing this paper I am 23 years old.
Later on that night I told my parents I had a great day, but I was holding back my fears of what dilemmas I would face. The next week went by and I found myself stuck with the same problems that I started off with, I had not yet made any friends and I just wanted to go back home. Another week had passed before I had someone that I would consider a friend. My new friend was tall and athletic compared to my short and chubby self, but he lived on my street so we became friends because of proximity.
Eventually I started cramming in my last-minute studying and did as much as I could in that limited amount of time I had. And before I knew it, I was sitting in a school in front of the 4 hour hard test. As soon as I started taking the test, I thought of it to be easy, but
I have have to try much harder to be successful. Sometimes i have slacked off, but it is not permeate. In the second quarter I did not finish homework and other important assignments and I had to go through multiple growth opportunities and about two talks with Mr. Boyd, but I could not take that anymore. Now if I don 't understand something on homework, I email the teacher and asked them to
I’d like to be able to say that I went through the rest of the school year without a hitch and earned an A. I didn’t. My apparent lack of motivation was just the beginning of my problems. Even with the pressure of not wanting disappoint Saldivar again, I still struggled to write. Not wanting me to fail a second semester, he made all my assignments due at the end of the term with reduced credit. I couldn’t understand myself.
Situation: I was looking over my son's grades, and noticed he had a few missing assignments that were impacting his grades. My feelings: I was angry at first, but then, I felt guilty about my anger because this was to be expected to some degree. Middle school is new to him. The transition process can take some time getting used to. Especially, coming from spending the majority of a day in one class, now, switching every 45-50 minutes between 7-8 classes.
The Pad is a burger place in north Topeka. The Pad has been in the same place for the last forty or so years. It is a medium sized building with its sign out front being a rocket ready to launch. Most days The Pad is not that crowded, but always has a good amount of people there. Many families have been going to The Pad for generations.