Escaping a Chore I can remember sitting at my kitchen table when I was younger, looking out the window, wanting to jump up and run outside to play. I can hear my mom saying, “No finish your school work first.” I would rather be out playing on a nice sunny day than inside doing school work. Who wouldn’t? It was probably when I was in the 1st grade that I had these little books that I had to write sentences in. What I wrote had to match what was happening in a picture on the page. It was something easy, like “The dog jumped over the fence.”, or it had a character and I had to write what they were doing like, “Bob cleaned his room.” I found this really boring, and my favorite part about it was when I finished the sentences, and I got to color
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At the middle school I was put into, which was North Middle School, there was both an English class, and a Literature class. The English class was nothing new, I was actually ahead of everyone in my grade, because I had already learned all that we went over. The Literature class however, was different for me, and a little less boring than what I was used to. It still wasn’t the greatest, because while we got to read interesting books, we still had to pick the stories apart, kind of like sentences for a sentence diagram. It was difficult to adapt to some of the change, but it became second nature fairly …show more content…
My writings were good, but I never had to spend a lot of time on them, or put much thought into them. The assignments felt too easy and meaningless. I was always afraid to present anything in class. I didn’t want to be judged because my writing might be different, or more boring than someone else’s. What if I had done it completely wrong and missed the point of the assignment all together? Reading and writing had become such an easy chore to me, that I would start to question myself. “Did I even have anything to say? If I did, was it important or meaningless? Does it even make any sense?” Of course this was in middle school, and I was the shy new kid, so my insecurities got the best of me. I eventually grew out of it and became more confident in my writings and in
At the middle school I was put into, which was North Middle School, there was both an English class, and a Literature class. The English class was nothing new, I was actually ahead of everyone in my grade, because I had already learned all that we went over. The Literature class however, was different for me, and a little less boring than what I was used to. It still wasn’t the greatest, because while we got to read interesting books, we still had to pick the stories apart, kind of like sentences for a sentence diagram. It was difficult to adapt to some of the change, but it became second nature fairly …show more content…
My writings were good, but I never had to spend a lot of time on them, or put much thought into them. The assignments felt too easy and meaningless. I was always afraid to present anything in class. I didn’t want to be judged because my writing might be different, or more boring than someone else’s. What if I had done it completely wrong and missed the point of the assignment all together? Reading and writing had become such an easy chore to me, that I would start to question myself. “Did I even have anything to say? If I did, was it important or meaningless? Does it even make any sense?” Of course this was in middle school, and I was the shy new kid, so my insecurities got the best of me. I eventually grew out of it and became more confident in my writings and in