After making it through almost three fourths of the school year, teachers expect each student to find a comfortable routine of going to class, completing work, and reaching their goals on time, however, in my case its not that simple. Each day seems to get longer as more assignments pile up and motivation is drained. My semester goal was to read a book every three or so weeks and to average a page per minute, but with all the distractions, I have to grind each day just to reach my smaller goals such as 80 pages per week along with the 30 plus pages of apush reading.
In my book, The other Wes Moore that I’m still not done with, I can sympathize with both Wes Moore’s struggles to stay away from the distractions of living in the hoods of Baltimore. I have no right to complain about school because I have it so good compared to them: A loving supportive family, friends, and motivated teachers determined to give each and every student the chance to succeed. The Wes’s fought the Drug game and poverty as children. I fight the laziness and repetitiveness of school. By comparing my childhood to theirs, I now realize that I should never complain about school because so many people around the world never get that chance to see, taste, feel, comprehend, or even think about the luxury’s that we at Hebron have. In the book, one Wes shoots a man while the other one is stuck at military school, both in worse situations than mine at this point.”The Notion that life is transient, that it can come and go quickly, unexpectedly, had been with me since I had seen my own father die. In the Bronx, the ideas of life’s impermanence underlined everything for kids my age” symbolizes to me the one and only chance we get to live and that we should never complain about all the privileges we are granted.
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