Reading books change their mind and maybe as well as their lives. The value of literacy does not only play a role on kids but also on adults. After surviving from the holocaust, it is hard and hurt for Wiesel to recall the memory of what he and others had suffered but he chose to write the history down to let it remembered. He said[,] “I was duty-bound to give meaning to my survival, to justify each moment of my life. I knew the story had to be told.
After her mother’s death, Zora’s father wasted no time in finding another woman to call his wife. When he did remarry he did not have very much time and money for his children anymore. So Zora worked very much after her mother’s death and this caused her to forget about high school. So Zora did not finish how school on time and graduate with her friends like others. After a few years of traveling as a maid to a singer she decided to go back to school though and finish, but she was 26 by now.
They were also far too long for the students to complete. Teachers teach because they adore children, changing their lives, and creating amazing people. They have been stripped of that. Jessica, a teacher, says that she cannot imagine doing it this way (Common Core) another 20 years. She says, “It’s hard to rest my head on a pillow at night, and feel good about what we are doing to these kids.” These personal stories show that education, which is supposed to benefit students, is only hurting them tremendously, because it is not beneficial to the teachers in the first
Part 1 At one point in high school my grades were below par which didn’t really make my parents happy. They decided to enroll me into a tuition center where may other kids take tuitions during the school holiday. One week in, I didn’t have a single friend, probably because I’ve always been a really shy person. I sat outside reading before my morning class. I looked up and noticed this girl was moving towards me, she engaged into conversation with me and then told me she thought I was real good looking and that definitely was an ego booster, she then suddenly left and I never saw her again because that was my last summer school class.
My ninth grade was pretty cool until the last week of school I let my mouth get the best of me and said some things that I really should’ve not said and because I did I earned the next semester at the alternative school. When school started back I was very sad because I had to go to the “bad” school with all the “bad” kids and I was very nervous. Once I got there it was pretty cool and I really enjoyed it because the classes were smaller and you got more one on one help. My grades went up and my mom decided that I should spend the rest of the year there, which really messed me up because they did not offer any elective classes only the basics . My eleventh grade year was also a disaster because of the struggle of passing my biology state test and I was really distracted and just wanted to go back to the alternative school but my mom and the principle would not send me back.
Because Alexie's parents had to work hard to make ends meet, they didn't have time to educate him. Apparently, he has lacked of parental support, but Alexie still has striven to succeed, to save his own life by teaching himself how to read the book instead of refusing to fail in life. This made him becoming a famous writer and realized reading and writing is his passion. First of all, lacking of parental support in education is the biggest problem that Alexie faced when he was growing up. It impacted so much in his life.
Unfortunately there were conflicts with his work schedule and he was often late to class. Booker later Got out of his mining job and became a servant to an old woman named Mrs. Ruffiner. While working for Mrs. Ruffiner he learned a hard work ethic that stayed with him for the rest of his life and became sort of a trademark to his life. During his servant hood he was accepted to the Hampton institute, which was a school, set up to teach young blacks after the Civil War. When Booker finally got there he only had 1.50 in his pocket and had to work as a janitor to work off his tuition.
When I was in my Junior High School years, I dropped out because I had really low grades and I was super behind in all my classes. My family and I were migrants; my entire childhood was spent in the fields and I literally mean in the fields not just working up North. I would spend half of the school year working with my parents and sisters, so by the time I went back to school, I was behind and very lost in all my subjects. I would stay after school every single day until I catched up with every missing grade that I had. Never did I enjoy staying after school just to fill up grades I never wanted to fail.
As a teenager I was a very selfish kid. I had a bad attitude and I did not take instructions well. I did not think I had to listen to anyone because I thought I knew everything. My mother worked more than a lot. She had three jobs which gave me the freedom
In my first year, I was struggling for the first semester, I had a hard time with my roommates who I had to live with, I had no choice, I couldn’t really pick. I didn’t mind them, but they would always have these huge and loud ridiculous parties, and I hate parties. Soon, though, two of them left, thankfully the two I disliked, the other two were fine, one of them similar to me as in he hated the parties, and soon two way better people moved in, who I became close friends with, and I still am to this day, Those two are the only “friends” I really consider myself having. They hated parties, they had VERY similar personalities, and we became really good