It also sounds like they are running down the hall throughout the night and slamming the door leading to the stairs loudly. It is totally understandable that freshman are new to college and are excited to be on their own but they have to keep the noise to a minimum. The noise is very disturbing. When students have 8:00 a.m. classes every day. They are very tired and are preparing for class the next day and they should not have to deal with the noise all night and this causes them to
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
Living by myself, I realized the difficulty of waking up at your own will and the importance of analyzing the time it will take to get to each class. It also made me realize that I cannot get ready at the last minute and arrive to class exactly when it starts. One of the disadvantages of being at a small college is that the teachers are well aware of when you arrive late to class and often embarrass you for doing so. As stated earlier, I am a very shy person and by being called out in front of the whole class, made me realize that you cannot take time for granted. An encounter in where I realized the importance of time management was when I went to bed late on a school night and missed a whole class and lab.
I would have cheer practice early in the morning and then have class shortly after and be exhausted, I would have to go eat me a red bull in order to be able to think straight. There would be days that I would have homework online and not do it because, I would forget or be too tired to finish my homework. I noticed that this was becoming a distraction since, my grades we starting to drop. This was not good because I had to retake classes that I should have passed the first time but choose to goof off and entertain myself rather than do what was important. Since cheerleading was so time consuming I still found time for my personal
It is time for school. You are going to be late. Kate: (coming downstairs) Gosh Mom, do you really need shout? We are in the same house after all. Jessica: I’m sorry honey, it is just that Emily wont eat her breakfast and I have to be at work in 45 minutes, take her to her school and the traffic is insane downtown.
We’re going to be late.” So I slowly drug myself out of bed because I had a restless night. As I put my softball shirt on “Hurry if you want to see Trevor before the games start” my mom said. So I hurried as fast as I could as she chuckled. It was a usual Saturday morning.
Well times that by ten and add a country accent to it and there is my sister. Every morning I would wake up and throw some clothes on and have to go down stairs to do my business because heaven forbid out step one foot in the upstairs bathroom while Sophie was getting ready. She wakes up every morning at 5:30 to make sure her hair was perfectly straight and her makeup was perfectly on, before heading to school. This ticked me off not only because it was in the morning but also because I had to drive her to school at 6:55 when school didn’t start till 7:20, she called it her “social time”. Sometimes I really think she is the mail mans kid and not related to me what so ever.
Little did I know I would pay for that terrible decision. I was looking at my phone distracted and not looking at the road. I not only put myself in danger but the lives of all the people on the road. The day started like any other day, not wanting to wake up in the morning and stay in bed for eternity. I sluggishly crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower.
Literacy narrative It was one of the first things I picked up in the morning and what kept me up late into the night. A burning desire to have all of my questions answered that left me wanting for so much more. This passion came from books. I became infatuated with the hidden tricks and clues in my beloved mystery books or the heroic events of the “good guys” in all my favorite adventure series. I had a thirst for more that could never be quenched.
I no longer had my mom enrolling me in school, it was all up to me. Picking classes and choosing what time I wanted to be in school was something I was definitely not used to, yet something I could get used to and like a whole lot better. The one factor of college that did kill me though was the fact that me, myself, and I were responsible for paying for everything. I never understood why everyone complained about textbooks until I took a look at the prices tags and saw ALL the books my professors required. Not only did my heart hurt, but so did my