Taking my shower towel in with me to brush my teeth and my toothbrush down stairs with me to eat breakfast, I was oblivious to everything except for the special day that I envisioned at school. Once I was ready, my mom drove me to school and asked me several questions, told me what do after school, and yet I came out of the car unaware of what she had said. Walking onto campus and embracing my surroundings, I kept telling myself, "This is my time, now let's go make it happen." It was the first day of the rest of my life, that is, my grown up life. My stomach was anxiously groaning for food as I had realized I had neglected to eat breakfast that morning.
Then after lunch we came back to school to help each other write a paper for class. I got home around 6:00pm. Studied for about 2hrs then went to bed around 9:00 pm. I didn’t sleep long at all. A dream woke me up.
I will tell you what you are enjoying now in middle school and how high school is compared to all the things you get to do. Before I entered high school, I had very little homework. I would come home after school at 5 pm. When I got home I would eat something and relax for 1 hour and then I would start my homework around 6 pm. Most times, it would take my 15-20 minutes to finish my homework.
The covers were so warm and my body in the most comfortable position ever. My eyes peep open just wide enough to see the tiny green numbers on my alarm clock. It was six thirty! I knew instantly I was going to be late for band. Despite my tiredness, I forced myself out of the comfort of my burrow and drug myself over to my closet.
Once I made the move the whole office followed behind me as if I was a prophet in this situation, but in reality I had no clue what I was about to do. When I got out to the main corridor of our floor reality really started to sink in. I didn’t even recognize this place anymore, it was a foreign war-torn land now. Everything was in shambles. Still in disbelief, I started to make my run for the front set of stairs hoping it would be a quick way out.
It helps me visualize what I am reading and helps me connect to whatever I am reading. I t also allows me to involve my feelings, curiosity and a way to escape from life’s distractions. When I am required to read, the first thing I would do is find a quiet place where there is no distractions. Reading is fundamental and it involves focusing on basic literary elements, artistic skills, aesthetic features, ideas, observations, contexts, and dilemmas that will be discovered as I read more. The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is a story, written by James Thurber.
My parents and I even had a system: when we had finished dinner, we would go into my room and snuggle up with a book that either they or I had picked. This soon became known as our “special time,” and every day I would look forward to it. My parents worked a lot during the week and many times I wouldn’t get to see them, but I could always be certain that when it was time for our “special time” they would always be there. Reading became much for than just reading for me, it became a way to connect to my parents in our all-so-hectic life. In fifth grade, my parents got a divorce and so did reading and myself.
She always double checks her swim bag before she leaves, making sure all of her gear are inside. She says the most important thing to succeeding is doing her homework. “Homework time. Swimming is cool. TV is fun.
Can What I Wear Make A Difference? Imagine being able to wake up every morning, roll out of bed, wearing the same outfit from the day before, and then head off to school. It would be one less thing for you to stress about as you unwind in the morning if you’re wearing your school uniform. As you sit there enjoying your breakfast, your non-uniform counterparts are probably experiencing the exact opposite. They can’t figure out what to wear, wasting their time standing in front of a mirror, and may even be late for class.
Negative Experience, Lesson Learned It was a Saturday morning just like any other. I found myself waking up to the aroma of my mother cooking breakfast. My older brother was not awake yet so I just threw on my robe and set my sights on the den. When I got there I just hopped on the couch and started watching my Saturday morning cartoons. After a few minutes of that I hear my mom yell, “You can come eat!” Immediately I perk up, sprint to the table, and climb into my seat.