Do you ever get that feeling you have forgotten something? You know when you are sitting in your car carefully patting down your pockets? Or maybe you just walked into a new room and can’t for the life of you remember why you are there. My favorite is when you get home after a fun day of hanging out with friends or maybe you were out watching a movie and you step through the door and it hits you like a ton of bricks and there is only one word running through your brain as you stare at the clock hoping the time can’t be right, “Homework.” This is one such tale of a forgotten assignment and the struggles to complete it. I have always had issues remembering assignments for any class. The feeling of a cold sweat running down my spine as I frantically try to piece together a week's worth of work into a few fast paced, keyboard mashing hours. One of the most memorable times was the geography fair in fifth or sixth grade. The assignment was simple: research a …show more content…
I took a shower and brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and the finished poster board, made some breakfast, and sat down to wait. At around seven AM my parents still were not up and I started to worry, “ I can’t miss school today not after I worked so hard to finish this project.” I ran upstairs and swung open my parents door, “What are you guys doing still in bed, the bus leaves at 7:10 and I need to be on it.” My dad, for no apparent reason that I could see, started laughing so hard it brought tears to his eyes, “Cutler go back to bed for a few more hours, Church doesn’t start until one.” The way my mouth dropped open must have been even more hilarious because my mom started laughing with him. I quickly ran out and checked the computer and sure enough, it was Sunday. I had stayed up all night for nothing. My dad came out of his room and put his arm around my shoulders, “Maybe next time you won’t wait until the last minute to get things
The success of student responses to an assignment often rests on the styles, designs and instructor’s deliberate design of the assignment. By being purposeful and thoughtful from the beginning, it can ensure that assignments will not only serve as effective assessment methods, but also engage and delight your students. It is a product of enjoyment and perseverance if and only if it is an idealistic task that students will relate in the outside world. Homework should be viewed as one of several methods teachers can use to show children that learning takes place
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
"Woohoo,were finally at school" I exclaimed sleepily.I saw my saw my dad walking toward me as I stepped of the of the bus."You look tired" my dad pointed out to me. "I am," I told him."I could'int get any sleep with everything distracting me especially the T.V." I continued telling my dad as we walked toward the car. On the car ride home I told my dad about all the awesome adventures we had in
I remember being in my English class in the 10th grade. It was a very troubling year for me as I had always been distraught about the subject as I tend to not be a good writer or thinker. It was this very assignment that I had gone into a frenzy/frantic mode. I had forgotten that this was a big assignment worth a chunk of my grade. That's when I went into full panic mode.
It was a scorching hot May school day. My dad said, I got to school it was a good day as usual didn't get sent to the principal's office, well i guess that is an accomplishment for the day. He told me. “the rest of the day went okay so i got on the bus and went home.” He told me he did his impossible homework and his chores.
It was a Sunday just like any other. Little did I know that this would be the worst day of my life. It was my dad’s week to have my sister (10) and I (14). It was 10:00 a.m. and we were all getting ready for my little sister Brittany’s soccer game. Brittany and I where down stairs eating our cereal while my dad was up stairs taking a shower. He had been up there for about a hour and we where going to be late to Britt’s game, so I went up stairs to see what was taking so long. I knocked on the bathroom door and there was no answer. So I knocked a little bit louder, still no answer. At that point I new that there must be something wrong.
A Brief History Of Alternate History While watching 'Sardar' (1993), a biopic on Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel by Ketan Mehta and written by Vijay Tendulkar, a thought occurred: what if Sardar had become the first prime minister of India? But this is not a rumination on that possibility and its consequences but of the concept itself. That of alternate history films. Alternate history, also called, allohistory (other history) is a genre of speculative fiction in which one or more historical events do not pan out or do so differently from how they actually did.
I walk into my messy room after a long day at school. I drop my bag next to my white desk and pull out my first of two subjects I have to do for homework. I have had homework in elementary school; in middle school; in high school also. I briefly check my phone and respond to some friends and then I get focused on my homework. I want to get my homework done quickly so I can be done and play Fifa 18.
“You have to do your homework pages tonight everyone. Make sure you do them and no excuses. See you tomorrow,” Mrs. Samuels said. As everyone packed up and went to their lockers, my best friend approached me.
I believe in that you can actually try your best in something and actually succeed. People always say that they cannot do somethings and I believe differently. If there is something that you want to do in life or do now, you can do it if you set your mind to it. If someone fails at something than you try again until you succeed. I believe that the people who do succeed in life came from hard work and dedication and people do not understand that you can not automatically succeed.
...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”
I was blind during high school. I lacked the vision to understand the golden opportunity I had, and instead looked at school work as an inconvenience. I was unable to recognize my long term path in life, and instead focused only on the short term. Rather than working diligently and achieving accomplishments that actually matter, I took a path of self- indulgence. Back then I was content with floating through life and being a mediocre underachiever.
Don’t forget you work. Sometimes my classmates forget their homework in class. Right after the teacher gave out. And they do their homework due day. How? In class, in the early morning before class begins.
Mom called me for dinner. I realized that I spent this whole time watching T.V and I hadn’t studied or done any homework. I promised myself I would do it right after dinner.
Heart racing, palms sweating, head pounding, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. All the while I’m thinking to myself 4 more years just 4 more. It was around the end of the summer break August the 7th to be exact. My eyes were filled with determination as I sat alone side a bunch more like me (eager to be noticed hormonal filled teens). Our bodies filled with such anticipation, that of which we are blind to the knowing of what is to become of us throughout our time in this hellhole we call high school. As like many other freshman girls of my generation, education was the last thing on my mind. The bell rang at the struck of 7:00 am. The whole time I was just pasting down the hall thinking to myself ‘don’t touch me! ’yawl to loud