Anything in life should not be given to anyone it should be earned or suffer the consequence. The fear of failing for some students is scary, he or she does not want to fail and if there motivated the student would most likely try harder and pay more attention in school. In example, when I was in high school I would never concentrate on social studies thinking it was important to me and one day my teacher came up to me telling me I would fail and not graduate this year because of my lack of effort in his class. From there on it got me thinking of my future and I didn’t want to fail and be back in high school for another year for stupid mistakes I made, so the next semester I work harder then ever and passed the class with an A. Sometimes a little motivation and being afraid of failure can motivate someone to work
Literacy Autobiography Playing sports, socializing with friends, and working – All reasons why I am an alliterate reader and writer. I never realized the importance of paying attention in school to learn to read and write properly when I was younger. Although I graduated from high school and have a diploma, the lack of initiative and motivation in school has led me to be an alliterate reader and writer today. While in high school, playing sports was more important then learning how to read and write properly. Socializing with friends and going out to have fun was another reason why I did not learn how to write proficiently.
Jeremy Reed English 1101 Section 104 Jack Ehn October 29, 2014 Against School I can relate to John Taylor Gatto. "Against School" As I look at my kids as they do their homework it seems challenging at times, or I find them being bored with it and wanting to either do more work or not wanting to do any work at all. They seem to understand it’s just not challenging enough, or they may just be bored. Gatto says “I taught for thirty years in some of the worst schools in Manhattan, and in some of the best, and during that time I became an expert in boredom. Boredom was everywhere in my world, and if you asked the kids, as I often did, why they felt so bored, they always gave the same answers: They said the work was stupid,
After I came to the United States, I got lost attributable to new surrounding especially the language that lost me. Thus, in the early year I was really struggling as the principle put me into an English class for new arrival at school. Once I finish elementary and move to middle school I already understand some English. However, as soon as I get into middle school, it has become my struggling schools year ever. In sixth grades during the early semester I failed my class and the school put me into English class for new arrival again.
Also, when i handed my homework to teacher, i gave my homework with two hands. That too is the Korean expectation and is a must in the Korean society attempting to fix this cultural problem. I tried not to speak in verbal way or use two hands when handing something. However, I forgot to use the Korean way to my mother and she was furious. Lots of cultural differences exist in our lives.
As Eddie grew older and High School was around the corner, he was then set with another hardship of starting fresh. He moved to another school district which was a small tight knit community that already had their social hierarchy in place. Eddie was classified as the “new kid” in school, and was shunned. Eddie then became very fond of just going to school and going right home and not trying to socialize with anyone. He then did not apply himself to school, and his grades plummeted.
I knew college wasn't a place for me. My grammar and punctuation was bad, and math was also, a poor subject for me too. I struggled a lot just to finish high school, I managed to make it through high school. I had to take it one day at a time. Sometimes, I didn't want to go to school because I knew I was going
A lot of hateful words were said amongst the two of us, some words I just recently forgiven her for. My mother was diagnosed with bipolar disorder years ago. She refuses to get treatment. As you can imagine, living with a bipolar person can be extremely difficult. While growing up, I felt confused, lonely and hated by my mother.
He lost the ability of hearing in the war. My first impression of him thought that he is only one the disable students on campus. I can feel he is so shy, fear and low self-esteem around the class because I saw him, he is setting at the corner with his deaf interpreter. I thought his low self-esteem is only coming from his disabilities, but I never anticipated that he is one of the return solider. Then, in the first day of the chemistry laboratory, we need to choose the group to do all the experiment together for the whole semester.
They become frank, open and direct in dealing with others. In my case, I came to the U.S to reunite with my family last year. The first semester I studied in San Jose City College, I had a lot of difficulties adapting to a new environment of studying. In my country, Vietnamese students are afraid of approaching their teachers about any problems whether their teachers are right or wrong in class. Therefore, I didn’t feel free to ask teachers or discuss things with other people openly in class.