Personal Narrative: My Experience At Chase High School

When school ended and Summer School was going to start I had to retake an English course. At McDonalds I usually had to work either the day or night shifts. Whenever I would work day shifts I would have to come in at 10 to 5 and on night shifts I would come in at 5 and work past midnight. My family and I went to chamberlain to take out our jet ski to go tubing. When we went tubing we usually went south of cedar shore about four or five miles.

There we were almost time to go to High School, the last time I’m going to see my friends in middle school. To celebrate one last time we all are going to banquet so we can one last time of fun. Our banquet was at the Hilton Hawaiian Village where they have resturant, music, stores, beach, and a hotel where everybody is going to stay. The problem was it cost a lot of money, it was about $41 but my mom paid because she works there.

But this day was different my mom took me out to eat dinner when we usually went home and made dinner together, I even remember where we went we ended up going all the way to denver to go to my favorite restaurant Maggiano's. When we got there we talked about a lot of stuff but the one thing that stuck out to me was when she said that i'm moving schools. I was really mad and disappointed when my mom had said that I was moving schools, but when she told me about all of the fun activities that I could do it made me feel a little better than I did when she first had told me that I was moving. My mom also told me that there was no uniforms then I was really happy about moving but still I was sad. The next day my mom picked me up early from school so that we can go and tour my soon to be school.

On my timetable or schedule, I formed a routine to set my Phone alarm to wake me up at 4:a.m, I would go into my study room to do reviews and research for, forty (40) minutes. At 4:45 a.m., then go for my morning jog for one hour (1) on the highway about two or three minutes away from my home, to relax my system. After, embarking from my jog. by 6: a.m. as an alternative of having to prepare breakfast alone, I scheduled for my teenage daughter and my significant other to occasionally prepared breakfast; to save time, while I shower, dressed for work, dressing takes me about thirty-five minutes(35). I formally take part in having breakfast around 7: a.m. which is on the schedule, and leave my home at 7:30 a.m. To reach work at 8:45 a.m. To avoid the long traffic.

Part of the struggle has always agreed on whom would drop me off and if it would interfere with their schedule. I would wake up at six in the morning to get my books ready and eat. It took me two hours and thirty minutes to get to school because of the heavy traffic in the morning. Having someone drive me to school sometimes had its benefits, I didn’t have to worry about driving or traffic because I would be sitting in the passenger seat. Also, I would have time to study before a test while someone drove me to school.

In the evenings, my wife will put the kids to bed and I often hear “Daddy, I want daddy!” This usually occurs just when I start digging deep into my homework assignments for the week. Knowing the importance of a good husband and dad, I set aside my computer and head into their rooms for bedtime snuggles. I then find myself falling asleep and often waking up with the obnoxious sound of the alarm going off and then feel

This quotes comes from the end of chapter. For this chapter, Gladwell examines the life of one specific student at KIPP, named Marita. She is a middle schooler who wakes up at 5:30 AM and doesn’t get home from school until 5pm. She then starts her homework, and rarely takes a break, often eating her dinner as she works instead of sitting down at the table with her family. Sometimes she doesn’t get to bed before midnight.

I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY! Oh crap!” Shasta college classes start on “MONDAY!” I have yet to sign up for the fall semester. Once my cup of coffee has brewed, I grab my laptop from the kitchen table, make my way to the living room, sit down on the couch, open my laptop and immediately sign into my “My Shasta account”. Reviewing the availability of the online classes offered I quickly realize most of the classes are not only full, but students are signing up for the waitlist (in hope that the instructor will either over enroll or some students will drop the class). Feeling discourage, I finally stumble upon two transfer level classes that actually have available openings and that I still need to take.

The specific incident took place on Homecoming Night, October 11, 2015. I had gone out to dinner with my siblings and I had arrived back at the dorm around 11:30 P.M. It was my good friend Andrea’s birthday that day and Hanna, Emily and I hadn’t done anything for her due to Homecoming events on campus. We were pretty tired from the day’s events so we decided to stay in South Hall that night. Looking for something to do, Clayton texted us asking if we wanted to hang out in his room.

I really wanted to go to the football game, but I had to go to bed really early and wake up early for the run. That night we ate our spaghetti dinner, and then I went to tiger bowl. I left at halftime so then I could go to bed early and be well rested for the day

Jordanna is normally home alone from 3pm to 7: 30pm. Ms. Pedone told me she has made arrangements for Jordanna to stay with a friend until she gets off of work and picks her up. Jordanna does her homework and eats dinner at her friend 's house. Their official night time routine starts at 8:30pm, but it depends on whether or not Ms.Pedone has to cook or if she has leftovers from the previous night. Jordanna bath time usually overlaps with Ms. Pedone cooking.

Each morning Dr. Kelly Pivik wakes up at 5:30a.m. to prepare herself and Spenser, her only son, for a typical day at the University of West Alabama, where she is an assistant professor of Psychology. While at work, she spends majority of her time between class preparations, research, meetings, and she occasionally finds time for lunch. After she’s done working, Dr. Pivik and Spenser depart Livingston to commute back to their home in Tuscaloosa. Once they’re home, Pivik prepares dinner for her husband Matthew, Spenser, herself, and their eight cats.