I sat there in the hard seat of my desk and waited patiently. The scent of Lysol was overwhelmingly powerful in the room, but I knew by the third week it would be overpowered by the smell of musty children and chalk dust. I could not wait for my new teacher to saunter up to me, eyes full of admiration, and give me my paper. I had worked hard on it for nearly two months during the summer prior to this new school year. Looking around the room at my new classmates, it was easy to tell who had done the summer assignments, especially with their conspicuous faces. My patience was wearing thin by this point. I wanted my paper. As the teacher walked around passing out the graded essay, I noticed the teacher gave no expression at all and I started to
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I looked nervously around the classroom and discovered very similar looks of worry on the faces of my classmates. As the teacher drew closer and closer to my desk, fear started taking over, and a million thoughts ran through my mind. I just knew I had done a horrible job on it. When she placed the prompt on top of my desk, I looked down, and to my utter relief, I realized my paper barely had any red makes. Surprisingly, it had a big smiley face at the very top with the words “Best in class!” I happily began reading over my essay and the comments that my teacher gave, never stopping to recognize that unlike everyone else, I had a mother and father who had helped me with this assignment like this with something as simple as time …show more content…
I would wake up every morning around 7 a.m. and have a warm breakfast with my younger siblings. I felt like I was still going to school. While sprawled out on the living room floor, I would work on my essay. Each week my mother would assign me a different part of the essay. The amount of time I spent on an assign would vary based on the section to the essay I was on. For an example, when assigned the introduction, I only had one week whereas with the body paragraphs I had two weeks. Since she did not want me to be overwhelmed by the amount of work given so she would space out the assignments. She also wanted me to enjoy my summer break a little bit. After I completed an assignment, my mother would send me to my father so that he could read it over. To check my work and show encouragement, my father would place a big smiley face on every page that I completed correctly; however, if the assignment was not up to his high standards, the red marks would never end which only caused me to want to do better each time around. I would see him write and I would desire to achieve writing of equal beauty, so I began to work harder. After all that attention and time spent writing helped me make an excellent grade on my essay. All of the mini assignments that my mother gave me came through and I aced my essay. Because of these educational opportunities my parents gave me, I was able
I looked nervously around the classroom and discovered very similar looks of worry on the faces of my classmates. As the teacher drew closer and closer to my desk, fear started taking over, and a million thoughts ran through my mind. I just knew I had done a horrible job on it. When she placed the prompt on top of my desk, I looked down, and to my utter relief, I realized my paper barely had any red makes. Surprisingly, it had a big smiley face at the very top with the words “Best in class!” I happily began reading over my essay and the comments that my teacher gave, never stopping to recognize that unlike everyone else, I had a mother and father who had helped me with this assignment like this with something as simple as time …show more content…
I would wake up every morning around 7 a.m. and have a warm breakfast with my younger siblings. I felt like I was still going to school. While sprawled out on the living room floor, I would work on my essay. Each week my mother would assign me a different part of the essay. The amount of time I spent on an assign would vary based on the section to the essay I was on. For an example, when assigned the introduction, I only had one week whereas with the body paragraphs I had two weeks. Since she did not want me to be overwhelmed by the amount of work given so she would space out the assignments. She also wanted me to enjoy my summer break a little bit. After I completed an assignment, my mother would send me to my father so that he could read it over. To check my work and show encouragement, my father would place a big smiley face on every page that I completed correctly; however, if the assignment was not up to his high standards, the red marks would never end which only caused me to want to do better each time around. I would see him write and I would desire to achieve writing of equal beauty, so I began to work harder. After all that attention and time spent writing helped me make an excellent grade on my essay. All of the mini assignments that my mother gave me came through and I aced my essay. Because of these educational opportunities my parents gave me, I was able