Every morning I have to spend an hour in order to send my baby to the babysitter and another an hour before I get on campus. As I spending two hours in the morning to get on campus and two hours to get home was through for me. Sometimes, I am late to class, missed examinations or missed the beginning of every topic with the early morning classes. This made me feel tensed and uncomfortable in those classes. Some professors, it was okay with them, but others it was a tag of war.
If you are always late to class about 20 minutes after the starting time for class, then it shows to the instructor that you do not care for the
Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.
By the end of fifth grade, I thought that I had figured out how other kids thought and acted. Believing that every person would accept you no matter what or that the worst of your problems was that the kid who sits behind you doesn’t feel like playing kickball at recess. Or how we didn’t have to care about how we looked because we wore uniforms everyday. And if we wanted to "express ourselves" then we could just say it out loud. I thought middle school was going to be a breeze
I remember my firs day of school. I was so frighten and sad that my mom had left me with complete strangers. I remember when I got to fly on an airplane and I was so amazed.
3 days actually for a week would. I got in to the hospital Tuesday and I was there until Friday and then the following week I came back on Monday and she was hired. While I was out and I didn 't know anything about it
I recently have had a family member pass. I am attending the funeral Saturday. Therefore, as soon as the dance ends I am needed at home to prep for the funeral. Please let me know if this is of any inconvenience to you. Thank you for your consideration!
School Start Times Do you think school should start later in the day? Changing the school start time to later in the day will cause many more problems than there already is. Starting school later will cause childcare problems, more time missing school for athletics, and it would cause the schools to make a new bus schedule. For these reasons I think that the school start time should stay the same that it already is. Starting school later will cause many childcare problems after school.
What were you doing when you were 3? When I was 3 I wasn’t in school,but normally a child that young would be. Instead, I was watching cartoons, making a mess, and eating snacks. What I should’ve been doing was going to school, but me as a kid, I wasn’t a fast learner, I did know my ABC’s but, I didn’t learn them fast.
I apologize for not being in your class today. Unfortunately I was home sick with the flu. I just wanted to inform you that I am not going to try to fit 101 in my schedule. I was really stressed last semester and I need my study hall. This being my last half of my senior year and want to enjoy the time I have left and not have such a heavy load.
The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired.
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
I peeked out from behind Mom’s shorts and saw three ladies smiling down at me; Ms. Lucy, Ms. Brenda, and Ms. Linda. The first day of school had finally knocked on my door, and I was standing motionless on the other side, not quite ready to open it. I was terrified, because my supply of Mom’s hugs, kisses were running out. Her voice was already fading away. I was on my own now, facing the great unknowns of preschool.
As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
