We had plans to go and visit other people that we considered family. They really aren’t by blood, but, we have known them for a super long time. Me and mom left because no one else wanted to go. Char and Jodie was our first stop. My cousins Raven, and Gaven weren’t there, so I was pretty bored.
I hAVE ALwAYS BEEN A mATh-ScIENcE girl. I sighed and sulked through classes on US History and French in eager anticipation of the formulas and applications I would be learning later in the day. I believe there are many factors which attribute to my success, two being my fascination and persistence. When I was seven I once asked what math was good for and why I should learn it. The answer I received simply does not do math justice, “One day when you’re in line at the grocery store the cashier will give you too little change and you’ll be glad you learned this.”
I was walking through the halls of my elementary school watching as the other girls and boys reluctantly walked to their classes. I nervously walked to my classroom, and sat in my alphabetical seat next to the same boy I was always forced to sit next to, I waited to hear my name as the teacher started to call attendance. It was finally my turn, but my name was never said, however the name I did hear was my sister’s. At this point the name mix up was a regular occurrence, but every year I still hoped that it would be my name that I heard. I felt like a broken record having to correct not only teachers, but other people who would mistake me for one of my older sisters.
After I took his class, it totally changed me in so many ways. The terrified girl that I was on my first day of class no longer existed, he made me realise that before you have an excellent piece of writing you have to go through several different attempts and the feedback that you get won’t always be what you expect. Before I took his class I wrote just like anybody else but I really did not put a lot of input or hard work I just did it because I needed to.
My teacher asked me my schedule, the papers I got in homeroom and she explained everything for me her voice comforted me. It was all my fault I didn’t bother to look at the papers and my schedule. I learned that it’s always worthy to follow directions. She told me to go to my second period. I got up and started walking to the door everyone’s eyes were on me with nervousness on one hand and fear on the other, I reached for the door knob.
I slept during the trip. I was tired like yesterday, but I enjoyed this day, I really loved the trip. How my parents bought fast food in a store, my mother just dished up the dinner, this was at 18:30pm. Before to take the dinner, I saw the wall, and I didn’t like so much, but I can do nothing, so, the most important is that the wall is different and more comfortable.
Smooth transitions into her room where let's go look out the window or look at the bearded dragon till she gets here. The kids never worked in a teamwork environment in her class. The kids did have to do a math homework every week for a grade. Although she made it fun for the kids. When the student got so far in the homework she had a reward.
Because of their finances, I can imagine how difficult it is in providing for that many kids; and more than likely, they probably have to share a lot of their things. I’m happy that we were able to set aside dinner for the family, especially through this rough
I met Heron at fish camp here and we became friends really quick, I thought I couldn’t love for anyone the same after my ex, be Heron was the only one who could stay up with me all night when I couldn’t sleep. The rest of the summer me and Heron got to know better over the weeks, he helped me with getting over my problems from my past, we would end up talking for hours and not even know it.
Mr. Kovachs class went fairly well this semester. I came back to fort about a month into this year. By then the rest of the class had been finished with the first two chapters of a book called The Crucible. This did make it a little bit difficult to catch up, but not very much. To come into a new school and have to catch up on a fairly decent sized book, when I can 't stand reading anyway, was probably my only bad experience in the class.
The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was. The same routine happened everyday, it 's even happening now as I ask for advice on how to apply for college.