Pet Peeve Speech In school the idea that we all learn differently and in our own ways is stressed to us from kindergarten right up to your senior year. I don't disagree with that at all, in fact I feel deeply that we all do in fact learn in ways unique to us. The teachers and staff here at Iron Mountain High School do a fantastic job of catering to the needs of individuals who have troubles grasping concepts or just can't seem to understand something the first time it's explained to them. Once again I'm fine with that, but not everyone needs that much help. Not everyone wants that much help!
I hated to do this so as I said before, this teaches that lesson of what’s right and wrong, therefor learning civility. As I got grew up I learned something every year. In first grade I learned that when older people help younger kids out for a whole school year you can really learn a lot. We had 8th grade buddies that were there every morning waiting for us in our classroom to talk to us before the school day started. Our teachers were very old and wise so they knew that this wouldn’t just be a learning experience for the 8th graders but also the 1st.
Since there was not much food, they even had to eat biscuit with mustard which made them sick or got chased by the police because of steeling oranges. Peggy said, “The only thing we felt is that we were hungry and we were going to get food. Nobody made us feel ashamed”. Because she understood that it was not people’s fault, whilst others were feeling ashamed for having nothing. Saying that they were happy was not correct, but anyhow they adapted to the circumstances, and even thought that it was fun to go down the street to get soup.
I mainly pushed them off because elementary teachers always wanted some kind of colorful and creative diorama or drawing. Even though I found this fairly simple, I just didn’t enjoy the trivial coloring or gluing. I would put these off so much that I would even have to ask my dad to come help me finish just so I could get to bed on time. However as I grew older I began to enjoy schoolwork more. It was becoming more complex, especially in math.
Francine Prose states, "Traditionally, the love of reading has been born and nurtured in high school English class." I disagree with this statement only because of my own personal experience. My love of reading was stimulated by my own passionate mother who instilled in me from a very early age that reading books frequently is important for any educated individual. I was very startled to find that other children weren't as lucky as me, relying primarily on their school education to teach them how to read and to love reading. By the time that we were in middle school, the majority of my friends felt that reading was a chore and turned their noses up at any books I'd suggested to them.
One night I was sleeping in this house which belonged to my grandparents. There had been many stories about hauntings that rumored around but I never believed any of them until this night. On this night I had woken up to use the restroom, everyone in the house was fast asleep and the only one that was missing was my grandpa who had been working late that night. As I was trying to go back to sleep heard a noise at the door. It was the sound of dangling keys and clanging metal.
The pain the father must have been in trying to fight for his food and then getting it taken from him and having to feel hunger and sick. An image of sadness came to me because the father couldn’t do anything for himself. He was to weak to even try to fight them. The father imagining his old life back. Were he did not have to fight for his food he had the food he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Taylor Lee Literacy Narrative English 101 Late Nights, And even Later Nights As I look back on my childhood reading seemed to play a huge part in my daily activities, if I wasn’t outside climbing every limb and branch of every tree, playing pirates and hide and go seek, or running through the woods creating my own adventures with all the neighborhood kids I seemed to be cooped up in my room reading a book. But things didn’t always use to be like this way, in fact at one point I hated reading because I thought I was slow reader and embarrassed that I wouldn’t be able to read as fast as other kids. Luckily this all seemed to change at a young age. Growing up I
Marginal Vitality With the stress of living in this fast paced world, we are in need of marginal things every once in a while. As Ian Frazier stated, margins are those things other people find unprofitable in this economic world. They are things that occur in the spur of the moment such as fishing just to fish even if nothing is caught, napping after a good meal, or even watching television. Although even Frazier himself enjoys a little time wasting, he knows that the “what are you doing?” question will always bother us in an undeniable way when we are caught in the act of something this society and our peers may deem as unbeneficial. “In Praise of Margins” by Ian Frazier, he talks in depth about marginal activities he and others used to do as children in the woods.
I don’t know why being late was such a scary thought to me, but it was, and I would leap up and bound into the kitchen looking above the gas range at the digital clock – I could never tell time fast enough on the regular clock on the ugly, red-floral-wallpapered wall. Probably because I’d be distracted by the ugly, red-floral-wallpapered wall. Normally I’d be completely fine on time, but the thought has always scared me. So I’d go back to my couch, my seat, my safe haven, and pick up my book a little flustered but ready to dive back into my adventure, keeping a few hairs on my ear pricked up enough to catch when my father said “Hey you guuyss, time to