School
How to correct their own learning attitude?
But I think this at least can let me regret half the life, this is a bloody lesson, at least for me to say so, first of all, introduce me to middle school when high school is not good, and then my parents think I go on is also useless, pure waste of time. I simply found a training institution for me to learn programming. Of course, I was prepared to learn hard at the beginning, so I was very nervous and made a lot of notes in the first class. In fact, all the hardware knowledge was almost useless. Even so, I still tried to remember the first class by heart. Later, I somehow felt that what he said was very boring and the teacher was very irresponsible at the beginning, so I didn't study hard for a period of time. Because will not also be too lazy to listen to, the more listen to the more bored, self-abandonment. Then I understood. I can't find a job on graduation day how to face my parents, how to face my family. So has been hard to learn, in fact, programming is not very difficult, hard for a month. Pretty much everything. Because of their own learning, certainly not as good as the teacher taught. So he was a regular student. But? The student. The heart is not reconciled. Always wanted to be number one, but not as good as expected. I analyzed the reason why I didn't learn so well is that I don't want to listen to it. Nature does not learn as well as others. It's simply a matter of attitude. Well, things are just getting started. One day about the framework about the teacher gave a problem, said three classes finished. Open book. I didn't take it as a test. Of course, I learn not too bad to answer about 80 points (30 questions, a 4 points, full marks 120) later some will not go to the book to find. Not really looking for it. I looked around. Then hastily wrote down some also got some points, there is a very annoying. To introduce the MyBatis framework with Spring integration steps, steps are very boring. What to configure the data source. I can only give you a general idea. Not really, I thought at the time. I can talk about anything in the third period. Then I played for almost a whole class. The teacher gave us the answers and asked us to change our own. I was like, whatever. Wrong is wrong. What can. Tell my deskmate to help himself. Points for right, points for wrong. Don't worry about it. Then the teacher handed out a piece of paper. Let's put the score on paper. I thought the teacher looked at the level of the students or something. I wrote down a 92(I did get a 92) and then (I gave my deskmate a 100) and put it away. I didn't care. Third period before class. (There are 28 students in our class) The teacher gave certificates to the top ten. 28 people. I'm about 11. Do you have any idea how hard this award is for someone who's lived his entire life without one. I even thought about killing myself. Walked out of the classroom in tears. The teacher asked me why not speak, I said tired I was afraid to say more cry out. Well, the teacher didn't ask for me. I feel terrible and I don't know who to talk to. After all, no one understands these things. I chose the teacher (current teacher A, teacher B is on maternity leave) yes, I found two teachers. I went to teacher A and said that Teacher A said something about me. It's just a certificate of merit. As for yao. What is a certificate of merit? That's more important than anything. The award is supposed to motivate you if you do that. (Control emotion) Explain clearly what it means to motivate people. I just saw some of the winners strutting around in the class. And no one is going to make a difference. The word pyrrhic makes me cringeworthy. It was me they hit (maybe us), even the people who always study under my feet got awards. Every day idle is also a certificate of merit. Really do you want me to fake grades or kill myself. (forget it don't cry no one understand my mood) later wanted to think HMMM is open book. Open book. Miss B doesn't have time to cook. I'll talk to you later. And then there was no one. Then I can only go to the third floor to the second floor secretly cry. (The second floor is separated by a door for girls. The door had not been opened. So there's nobody there. These words talk to parents, is impossible junior high school I have enough. Enough rebellion. I don't want to disappoint them again. I know that I am nothing without hard work. And it's all about attitude. The only way to be wise is to admit that you are stupid. We work together.
By liuyifei4 years ago in Confessions
What It Was Like Being in a Special Kid's School.
How it Started Off Truth be told, a special kids school isn't exactly what one would consider a normal school experience. It's certainly handy to have when you want people qualified to take care of your special child, as well as give that special child a chance to graduate and a future. I approve of that intent, and especially the usage of special kids school's.
By Salvatore Pulvirenti4 years ago in Confessions
The Parade
The Parade At this time the bell rang for classes to start and we walked in separate directions to go to our classes. The day went like all the other days. We passed notes in the hallways to each other in between classes, however, one big change happened today than all the other days. Tim and his football goons were giving me more eye contact than usual as I went to my classes. There was even one instance in which John had shoulder bumped me pretty hard. Hard enough to where it pushed me into other people in the hallway. When that happened, I turned around thinking he would apologize but of course, that is wishful thinking. Instead, he yelled out, “watch where you’re going you idiot”. He started laughing with the people that were walking with him.
By Patrick Bramer4 years ago in Confessions
childhood
When I was in year one, my teacher was Miss Harris. I don’t remember her face but I remember she put in a transfer to and cried when she found out she was then placed at Blackbutt. The class laughed at the name when she told us, and so did she but I saw her cry regret to the principle; she wanted to go to a bigger town, not a smaller one. Rockhampton was a small town. There was a boy who sat in the desk 3 rows in front of me and he got the most stickers for doing good things. It was a token economy and he could always choose first which toys or games to play. One day he got bitten by a redback spider, that had made a home in the cut up tires that served as something to play on. The tires where painted in bright colours and where stuck in the sand and we would sit on them or jump over them or crawl under them, and that was fun then. He didn’t cry but went very pale and Miss Harris had to shout for the PE teacher Mr Harrison to carry him to the sickbay. Mr Harrison scooped him up in his hairy arms and jogged up the path to the nurse. It wasn’t a calm jog. It was a jog that suggested that Mr Harrison was worried and that he had to rush before the poison made the boy sicker. When Miss Harris collected the rest of us kids to settle back into class, she packed up his belongings on his desk and packed up his backpack. Because I was the second one in the class with the most stickers for the week, she sent me on the errand to take his backpack up to the sickbay, assumedly because he would be going to hospital. Doing errands for the teacher was a reward for getting stickers sometimes. I carried his backpack up to the building at the front of the school. This is where the sick room was, which was also where the principal’s office was, the teachers' cafeteria, and the administration lady. The principal smiled at me as I walked in and the administration lady ushered me into the sick room to see the boy. He was sitting on the sick room bed, with the Nurse making a phone call and Mr Harrison sitting next to him. Mr Harrison was drawing a watch on the boy’s arm in felt pen and the boy looked happy. The time on the watch was the time it was then. Mr Harrison thanked me and said I could get another sticker from Miss Harris when I returned to class. I went back to her and the class. I didn’t tell her about the extra sticker I could get. For the rest of the school day we learnt about spiders and had to make get well soon cards for the boy. Most of us drew redback spiders on the card. When my mum picked me up from school, I didn’t tell her about what happened to the boy. I thought about the watch all afternoon whilst playing in the backyard looking for spiders.
By kylie saab4 years ago in Confessions
Just Your Local Campus Barista
As you probably already know, college is expensive. And no one knows financial pressure like the full-time student and part-time worker (clocking in over 25 hours a week) who is trying to earn money for the monthly tuition payment and still keep their grades up to keep the academic scholarship they can't go to school without.
By Hailey C. Hughes4 years ago in Confessions
Trapped in a stairwell
Most of the time, when someone finds themselves trapped somewhere, that "somewhere" will either be in traffic before work, in a shower as the result of unknowingly not having a towel to wear on the way to their room, or a bad date that results in some really awkward moments. In my situation, I happened to find myself trapped in a stairwell.
By Maurice Williamson 4 years ago in Confessions
Wonderland of Canada
A Facebook friend was posting a trip about Wonderland and it brought back fun memories of my youth. My mom was very strict but she give me permission to go on this class field trip. I was graduating 8th grade from my Catholic school name, Annunciation. The school is now closed down. I was very lucky to have a diverse classmates. We had classmates from all ethnicities; Spanish, Russia, Irish, Italian, Scottish, India, African American and Asian descents.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions From a Paraprofessional
I hate my kids. I don't have any biological children, but I have always looked at my students as my kids. I understand that not all of them are growing up with parents the way that I did. Two parents who love unconditionally, support dreams like it's their job, and listen to you even when their day was harder. I try to be that person for them. Someone who will listen to them even when they tell me to go fuck myself. Who helps them, not only academically but emotionally. Who believes in them even when they don't believe in themselves. Yet now I hate them, and I dread going to school a little more every day.
By Kelsey Winds4 years ago in Confessions
The Best Piece Of Candy I Ever Had
I’ve been sad for most of my life, I had to find ways to comfort myself and do little things to make myself feel better. Most of that was in the form of a piece of candy I would have a little basket and I would take one before I went to bed, I would have a couple in my pocket and hope it didn’t melt before I could eat it. There’s a distinction between using food to come for yourself and then using food to fill a void. I never treated food to fill a void, it was just something to make me feel better for five minutes and then I could bounce back and never develop an unhealthy eating disorder.
By Samantha Parrish4 years ago in Confessions
ADHD Isn't just “difficulty paying attention"
ADHD Is misunderstood I think. people with ADD or ADHD are written off as just being hyper or easily distracted. I haven’t even really fully understood what it means to have ADHD until recently, and I was diagnosed at When I was a lot younger. I'm now 23. here is some information to help you learn about it...
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
I'm Done Apologising for My Slow Processing...
I have struggled with a learning disability and slow processing speed since First school. Slow processing speed is exactly what it sounds like — the brain takes in and responds to stimulate and other information much slower than “normal.” I vividly remember always taking longer than everyone else to do basic things like complete a short worksheet, do my part of an in-class group work assignment, and take a test. Although I may work at a “slower” pace than my peers, the pace I work at allows me to access my work and complete it to the best of my ability.
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
