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wait around until they are told what they have to do. There is a small
If I wake up and think of what I am thankful for instead of things that I am dreading or not
completely empty. Once, on the trip back to the house from the barn, the phone rings, and
I guess today is another thrilling day, and this morning I wake up at 4 o’clock in the morning to get ready to work by 5 am. My brother Thorn and I walked there and we were a bit late today. And I didn’t even have any breakfast. Once we got there, we started to work immediately. Then someone stared at me. It was the man in the uniform. He yelled at me just because I whispered to the other person sitting next to me then I saw some kids playing in the street and I felt very disappointed and jealous. Why I can’t go out side and play in the street like these kids but I guess that’s part of life. We usually get two breaks during the day, Lunch and dinner. But today I didn’t get any break. And I have to work straight though it. I’m starving and my hands are very sore. I usually have to work 14 hours a day but since Thomas Edison invented the light bulb I only have to work for 10 hours. And finally my work is done and it’s 5pm. My wage is 20 cents a day but most of the boys who are younger than me get 25cent per day or even 30cents per day. I don’t know why but my parents say that I have to work or we have to live on the streets
I would like to say that I sit down at my desk overlooking the neighborhood, three weeks before the due date, with a freshly brewed cup of green tea, after just having woken up not to an alarm, but to my body’s own internal clock. I would like to say all of this was true. Unfortunately, my life is not that glamours. Even as I write this it is the night before the due date and we’re just about to hit 8:30 pm. I hold a strict 9 pm bed time. The truth is, the stress of the night before excites me. Whenever I receive an assignment, I have every intention to get a head start. In my near fifteen years of education, this has never once actually happened. Creatures of habit, we are. So this is where it all begins. The night, sometimes the day, before a due date with knots in my stomach and without a thought in my
In Jane Tompkins, A Life in School: What the Teacher Learned, Jane uncovers flaws in the American education system and how poorly formal education prepares pupils for careers after schooling. She describes how her teachers at P.S. 98 used authority to form the person she is now, teaching at Duke. Her experience dabbling in alternative teaching methods established the path she took throughout her career. Although Tompkins experience is atypical of most students, I agree with her argument about how fear is a successful means of motivation for those that can succumb to it, but alternatives exist that have been demonstrated and are successful.
It is the end of fall and leaves are beginning to disappear and the temperature is dropping. The demands of managing family, school, and work
about my work and just think about various things such as people, places, and different
day with a positive outlook. We try to establish our lives to the point where
able to reflect back on some of the experiences I have had in my life that have
accomplished something during the day, even when I haven’t. Not only that, it also helps with
it. After that, I find a quiet spot to sit and drink my coffee, thinking of nothing but the warmth of
short notice. Thankfully for friends and my mom, I was able to find everything I needed.
It was a beautiful sunny morning; you could hear the birds singing in the background. I just woke up after a long sleep. It was now 11am and everyone was awake whizzing all around the house and I wondered what all the havoc was about. I came across my mum and asked, “What was going on”. I got no reply. It was like my mum didn’t even see me if I was invisible. After that I could not be bothered to ask because it looked like another busy Sunday morning.
Skip your favorite breakfast spot and try a new cafe, catch up with an old friend