Personal Narrative: My First Honors Class

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I was just a beginner, less prepared than anyone else around me. I was the only one in the room not taking notes. Every time someone’s finger touched a key on the keyboard, the sound it made reminded me that time was still ticking even though it felt like it was frozen. I was looking at the ceiling instead of the board. I thought this was going to be just another easy class that I could pass with minimal effort. I was wrong. It was my first honors class. I should not have even been in that class. In History CP the year before my average was an eighty six. The requirements for honors was a ninety average. Nonetheless I was put into honors. I should have dropped the class while I had the chance, but now it’s set in stone. It all started about …show more content…

So before I had to go to sleep I wrote as fast as I could and typed as fast as I could. I had two screens, the screen of my chromebook and the screen of a monitor. I had a stack of notes that I was flying through trying to get all the information I could and answer the questions. It did not work out as good as I wanted to. I only got seven questions done. I knew that wasn’t enough. I had to get ready for bed so that's what I did. It was around 10:15 PM and I was just laying in bed, I had a whole plan of how to get it all done. When I got to school the next morning I worked on the easiest problems that were there in the thirty five minutes I have before homeroom starts. My bus gets to school around 6:55 AM. In that time I finished about eight questions. That left me five questions to do. Luckily I had a substitute teacher in mechanical drawing. I finished the five questions that needed to be done. When history came around I was ready to hand it in. Well, more ready than I will ever be. For the first five minutes of class the teacher talked about what we would be doing in the next few weeks. Then it finally happened. He asked for our solo work. He walked around with a basket that said assignments on the front. Everytime he passed a student he put the basket next to them and expected a paper or two. When he got to me I quickly put the paper in the basket. For the rest of that period I was just thinking about the assignment, knowing he would grade them during the lunch break, which he

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