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When I was in the seventh grade me and My friends were skipping class. Skipping class one day My mom chose to get me from school unanimously. While skipping class in the gym, I was playing basket When I heard my name get called for early dismissal. When I made it to the office, I ashamed of my behavior and ashamed of the fact I embarrass my mom. As a result of skipping I had chores, homework, and in school suspension.
Eventually, I made it to the office to find out that my teachers were nice enough to let me make up all the homework. My teachers gave me so much homework it felt like I was writing a book. I had about ten sheets per class that my teachers needed me to turn at the start of class. I stayed up for hours doing homework. Meanwhile,
I was so tired and exhausted but my mission was to not fail my classes. Soon as I finish doing my homework, I was never going to get behind on work again. Then after got done with homework my mom gave me plenty of chores to do. I was so mad about how many chores my mom gave me but I could only be mad at myself. My mom had me doing outside and inside chores. Afterward, doing all my chores my mom felt like it was not enough. Then my mom thought about my brothers' chores so she gave so, my mom gave me all their chores to do. finally, I completed all my chores and brother's chores. Of course, I came to school my school thought that I should not get off with no consequences. The school has chosen to give me two days of in-school suspension. I had to write three pages of sentences and finish all the classwork my teachers gave me. while doing all that class work and sentences my hand felt on ''fire''. When I did my two days of homework, I swore to never go back to that horrible place. Finally, I finish all my chores, homework, and consequences. It was the most painful week in my life. I was so mad at myself and my behavior. For those reasons, I have learned from my actions. So whenever I think of skipping, I look back on when I skip class in the seventh grade. I recommend many students to think about the actions before skipping
Finally, I learned how to be more responsible by myself. In my last classes, my teachers were technically always there to tell me step by step what to do and how to do my assignments. In a certain way, it made me kind of lazy and entirely dependent of my teachers. However in this course it was not like that; instead, my instructor just gave me the assignments, instructions, and deadlines, and I must write my essays and summited it on time. This absence of guide absolutely made me to react that it was time to me to do my assignments by myself, demonstrate what I know, and ask for help just whenever it is
Then it turned out I was wrong, one of the girl had a job and worked late and another girl had to take care of her siblings and the last girl just didn’t care. No one had told me a single thing that they had trouble they just thought everything was going to be alright. The only thing I could do was try to finish as much as I could before the period was over and turn in what I had. I dint get such a good grade for that week’s assignment and after that I had learned that the group of girls I was in was planning to drop the AP class and that they didn’t care what they got in the
I am completely embarrassed about that. I know I should have forced myself, no matter how tired I was, to finish everything. And not just do it to get it done, which I also did a lot, but to do things and give it my best effort and spend as much time as possible fixing mistakes and making it as best as I can. Something in these past years that has tripped me up the most is forming and withholding a connection with most of my teachers. At times I am not the best at making “friends” with my teachers even though I know that is a very important aspect of my school
Before I enrolled into SAC, I was a non-fan of sports, nervous, young man, who heard about SAC from a friend in Upper School and has tons of hopes for Grade 9. Something was hold me back to go to SAC. , although that "something” terminated after I knew that everyone were Andrean Brothers and that's why I'm currently aiming to perfect the role of a well-rounded citizen. As they say, “Friends are the most ingredient in the recipe of life”. Friends, like Daniel Zhao, who told me about this school changed my whole life. Once I stepped on Andrean soil, I knew that I was part of something special. In addition, I never had "fun" in sports events because I thought I might get hurt. Yet when I joined SAC sports teams, I was afraid
Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, the feeling of being free from high school finally sinking into their minds. Forgetting about all of their problems for the night, and letting loose. My mom always says that I’ll regret this when I grow up; not living the full high school experience. But what is really considered the “high school experience”? It is just going to parties, homecoming dances, prom, and being in relationships? How cliché.
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
Try to imagine being homeschooled near your entire life before high school, then moving from Los Angeles to Miami and starting as a freshman at one of the country’s largest high schools. With 4,500 students, 93% minority enrollment, as well as English being a second language what challenges do you think you would face? How would you approach something like this? Would you be a little scared? I wasn’t, I am a Military brat and I was eager to dive in head first on Expert Mode.
When I was younger, one of my friends and I, peer pressured my little sister into stealing a candy bar. She was three and we were five, and she had mentioned that she really wanted a candy bar. She had already asked our mom and she said no. The cause of this event was my little sister wanted the candy bar, but my mother wouldn’t let her have it. Unaware of the consequences, My friend told me to tell my little sister to take the candy bar, which I did even though I felt it wasn’t the right thing to do; which resulted in all of us being punished.
This year has to be one of the most frustrating years I have ever had. I never been a person who likes to do homework or sometimes even class work. First semester was the roughest part of my senior year. I was taking zeroes for assignments and failing classes that I didn’t care about. I was always working on either credit recovery or grade repair. Once second semester came I realized that I was going to have to step up my game. I slowly made progress throughout the second semester but was still in a deep situation because of first semester. I never realized how much people wanted to see me walk
almost out. The next day of school I started switching classes and I felt nervous because I
Throughout the semester, I pushed myself by seeing my tutor every Tuesday and sometimes Thursday mornings, for additional help on my writing skills and proofreads. I also took my time with my assessments, quizzes, and worksheet, and making sure I would ask my peers and/ or my instructor any questions. I also did not miss a day of class, because for me it is important to come to class, because every
The next morning, stay in bed until they come tell you that you are going to be late. This is when you tell them you are so sick you can?t make it to class. When they finally depart for work stay put for at least an hour. People have been known to get caught because they are too anxious. Patience is a virtue. When you go to shower, take a minute to look around and memorize where everything is, then when you are finished put everything back the way it was before you got in.
For most of what I remember to be my middle school life, I tried my best not to become involved with any of the gossip and drama in the various networks of my class. Rarely did I ever engage in group conversations or even one-to-one conversations for that matter. In fact, any type and degree of social interaction seemed exhausting to me. Therefore, I usually stood away from the general population and kept to myself.
I didn't complete all of my classwork because when I got the work i would do it, but then I would get a different worksheet and get backed up on my
This was it. I was expelled from the school. My life was over. I didn’t care about my other friends who were with me; they all kind of disappeared away from me. All I was thinking of now was myself and the trouble I was in and predicting what will happen when will get home and tell this story to my parents.