The room was always dark and the walls were bare. I would sit down in front of the screen and listen to all my friends do well on their quiz while I did poorly. Reading became more and more strenuous so I decided to avoid it. After finishing elementary school and moving on to middle school I realized reading was almost impossible to avoid. Every day after lunch we would have literacy hour.
It started as a means to impress my father, an intelligent, arduous individual, whom I consistently disappointed. He always knew I had the ability to do well in school, and constantly lectured me for it. Although I knew I could do well in school; I could never remain motivated. That was until my first day of recess in the third grade. As I stepped outside the dreadful and monotonous hallways of the school, I stepped into an unrestricted and imaginative world that marked a significant transition in my life.
The tone of her math class was a mess the kids were all talking and sometimes would be waiting for her to come to the room. 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.
Always perfect each movement like I was in a game. The first two weeks went by and our coach had finally made her decision about positions. As we were driving down the highway back from a scrimmage in Wells, I heard my name called from the front of the bus. My hands started to sweat, my knees shook like they could start and earthquake, and my heart was beating so fast it could jump out of my chest. Anxiously waiting to hear those five words that I’ve strived for.
When I first showed interest in math in the 5th grade my parents laughed; middle school was even worse. Incoming 6th graders were given a test on the second day of school and depending on their scores were placed into a high or low speed math class. I was put in the slow speed math and missed a lot of class my first year, as a result my grade drifted from a B to a C to a C-, then I got help. I knew I liked math and I didn’t want to do bad in it so I bought books and hired my older brother to help me. I eventually made it to a B+.
Thinking back to third grade, I can recall constantly getting in trouble in class. I was not a bad child and my classmates even considered me to be a teacher’s pet, but I could never get on this particular teacher’s good side. Every day, I would go home and my mother would ask me “How was your day?” I would tell her about what I learned, what we did as a class, and what I got in trouble for that day. On one instance, my best friend turned around in her desk to tell me a joke and I laughed. I got in trouble, but she did not.
When recess or free time came around each school day, after lunch, some guys including my older brother would shoot baskets and play games with teams. Sadly, I never got chosen because “I was a girl and knew nothing about sports”. Although this upset me, I didn’t take it to heart. I started practicing at home with kids in my neighborhood. After weeks or maybe even months of practice, my older brother then noticed how good I was getting at the sport.
I sat alone at my desk with the door shut and lights off. It was a Friday night. Ordinarily, I would be out with his friends or on a date with Leena, but now, I was using my free nocturnal hours to wallow in my melancholy mood, finishing my assigned reading of Macbeth. Growing up, I read a lot. We didn 't have a television in the small apartment, so all I had were books to keep me company.
Mrs Amael i don 't like her but i like math sometime i really think about moving because that 's the teacher that gives me nightmares and keeps me up at night. Last year in 7 grade she the only one that hates me I had 10 minutes and I still didn’t finished this stupid question and everybody was almost done. I was at this school that we can’t taken out our phones only at LUNCH eat when every people want ,People can be rode to other people and bullying like what school is this. But the only thing that keep me going
I was only a 6th grader. There was no time for me. I stayed up late trying to do all the homework I could before I fell asleep from exhaustion. I would come home from school at 3:15. My brothers wouldn 't come home till 4:00.
At 46 years old, I was not a spring chicken, and was unsure if I could handle it or even fit in. The class started out with 120 students, all young enough to be my children, talk about the generation gap. Having to work twice as hard to keep up with my younger counterparts, I befriended several of the classmates, which until today I still keep in touch. In addition, it was difficult to juggle, between responsibilities and school, so family time was challenging. Remembering back, the hours spent studying late into the night because it was the only quiet time available.
When I was younger I always wanted to be just like my older brother, Mikey. His senior year he got offered a soccer scholarship and seeing him achieve his goal made me strive to become just as good as he was so I could do what he did and make him proud of me. However, he was unable to finish college, since he was unable to finish I feel like I owe it to him to do what he was unable to do. Having an older brother that shares the same passion as me has helped me significantly. He has always encouraged me to become the best I can be.
So I knew that this little sportsmen club in alpena would give me a run for my brain. All that was going through my mind was that I had to pass and make my parents proud. Some days all that I could remember from the class is that I would turn right, right before the airport and then turn on the gravel road and sit. In a class for four hours hours that I had been wishing I was at home. My mother always went with me to the class and she was brave she took me if the class was in day or night.
It was after that season that I realized, that through the first 3 years of my high school soccer career, I had been trying to please someone and I wasn’t focused on enjoying what was in front of me. I had wanted those seasons to end so I could be done with the humility of playing on junior varsity, but now there isn’t much time left. I have only one more season left before my competitive sports career is over. This last season won’t be about pleasing my coach, it will be about enjoying the final ride with my teammates and friends that I have grown up playing with since the age of 7. Sometimes in life, you don’t appreciate stuff until it’s gone and luckily my failures helped me realize that my time playing soccer is about to be gone and I want to be able to enjoy
How can one day of kindergarten possibly impact the rest of my academic life? Growing up, I was an odd character. I loved nothing more than school and constantly ached to shove newly learned knowledge into my brain; so much so, that on holidays, weekends, or sick days, I would cry that I was missing out on my important education. I would not think about naps and playgrounds and fortunately for five year old me, my school started teaching us science and social studies and math early on. I would rush home with my book bag swinging, looking forward to the time spent on homework and review.