Have you ever thought of the past, of how your perspective as a student has change? From first grade to the college student now, of each of your habits you have drag and the ones you have left. Surely we all have. I have, I recall this little undisciplined child, with a great curiosity and a love for adventures.
As an elementary child I was always inquisitive about everything and was never tranquil on not knowing answers to my wonders. Like the time when my geography teacher had mentioned the yellow river. In no time I found myself looking for my grandfather who’s knowledge was extensively surprising when it came to be geography and math; I had found that indeed there was a river call yellow river and could be found in china, however to my deception it wasn’t called yellow river for the color of the water, as I …show more content…
It was during this time that I grew an artistic side of me which might have left a whole wall left of vivid colors trapped in squares of posters. I was no longer an athletic student, now I hated movement. I was still a book free zone, an A+ student, competitive, last minute person, and an answer hunter. I remember entering in seventh grade the class of Ms Etuk with desks in rows and posters with weird words; I remember being the only one who understood the weird language that the sweet lady with friendly smiley and eyes of honey speak to us. The class held us all fifteen kids for two years in a strict only English class, most of us our accent gave us away while others tried to hide it.During this time I had gain what others called bullies because of my english and the lack of understanding in
As an elementary child I was always inquisitive about everything and was never tranquil on not knowing answers to my wonders. Like the time when my geography teacher had mentioned the yellow river. In no time I found myself looking for my grandfather who’s knowledge was extensively surprising when it came to be geography and math; I had found that indeed there was a river call yellow river and could be found in china, however to my deception it wasn’t called yellow river for the color of the water, as I …show more content…
It was during this time that I grew an artistic side of me which might have left a whole wall left of vivid colors trapped in squares of posters. I was no longer an athletic student, now I hated movement. I was still a book free zone, an A+ student, competitive, last minute person, and an answer hunter. I remember entering in seventh grade the class of Ms Etuk with desks in rows and posters with weird words; I remember being the only one who understood the weird language that the sweet lady with friendly smiley and eyes of honey speak to us. The class held us all fifteen kids for two years in a strict only English class, most of us our accent gave us away while others tried to hide it.During this time I had gain what others called bullies because of my english and the lack of understanding in