The book starts off when Peter wins a turtle at Jimmy Fargo's birthday party. He names the turtle Dribble. Peter introduces his family and the concepts of Fudge and his habits. When Peter's father's business clients stay at their apartment for the night, Fudge annoys them by decorating their suitcase with green stamps, prompting them to remove the account from the company. Then Fudge decides not to eat and later adds pretending he is the family dog and wanting to eat on the floor. A week later, the father’s patience is broken and he dumps a bowl of cornflakes over Fudge's head, leading to Fudge's new favorite phrase, "Eat it or wear it!".…
My adrenaline was rushing; my heart was beating fast as I was walking on the stage to perform at a violin recital. I was really excited and happy that got I to perform my best potential to play a musical instrument. However, at the end of the recital, my happiness and excitement were gone because most of the students either receive “The Best performance Award” or “The Most Improve Award,” but I got neither. My mother said those students were at least two years older than me, so they had more time to practice more than I did. I did not really understand what my mother meant until I read chapter one of the book, “Outliers” written by Malcom Gladwell.…
I was struggling in school because of the language. I only knew simple words and sentences. Education in my country was not that great compared to United States. We didn't had substitute when the teachers were absent the leader of the class was taking care of the class when the teacher was absent. The leader of the class was chosen based on their grades and how they did on finals. I was the leader in my class and I was always ahead of my grade because after school…
I couldn’t communicate very well with people because I would doubt myself wondering if I said the right thing. I would stutter, and it made me scared of public speaking. I didn’t really knew how to write a properly, or how to use punctuations and grammar. so I asked my teachers to help me to write better and learn more vocabulary, I would get tested on vocabulary, and ask for help when I needed them…
On my first day of school, I was not able to communicate with my peers as Spanish was all I knew. Learning English became my priority and I worked meticulously every day to close the barrier between my peers and me. Fortunately, there was a bilingual teacher, Mrs.Verburg, who became the only person who could…
Failure is the state of not meeting an objective, and is normal for people to face throughout there life. I can speak on experience an event that had happened this past summer. After finals when my school had sent out final report cards, it was sad to see that my final average in my US History course did not meet the requirements to continue to the next grade. From there I had two options: to go to summer school and pass so that I may continue school at the academy or transfer schools and repeat my junior year of high school. With these two options I decided that it would be best to go to summer school and put all I had into the class so that I may pass. Sadly this failure had affected my life more than expected. I could no longer take part…
In second grade I had a fair level of Spanish reading, but what was difficult for me was to learn English and it it took me two days to learn the ABC’s in English. I understood nothing of writing English. My teacher started giving me small lessons on it; I loathed English so much I wanted to give up. In fourth grade, I started to write essays that took me forever, and I was so deeply embarrassed, because I would get my papers basically all in red of corrections. As time passed I hated books more and more, every time I would have to read I would get pissed or thought, “oh great… more reading.” I needed to change. I am not very sure how the change occurred but I know it happened; it was about…
Two weeks into second grade I absolutely hated school. The teachers and administration expected me to just magically learn English after years of being immersed in Spanish. I didn’t fully understand what was being taught…
Growing up I was simply indigent. My father worked two minimal wage jobs while my mother raised me. Both of my parents could not speak English and did not reach high school, which made it more difficult for me. After my older half-sister left I was in charge of any interaction between my parents and the English-speaking world. From translating for them to reading bills I was always there. Even through all that my parents worked hard so that I can attend a private school. But going to the private school wasn’t inexpensive; because of economic situations I often wasn’t able to take my midterms/final exam for each of my classes. Not taking these essential tests would often drop my grades a letter or two. I…
However, the main problem was that my parents didn’t know one word in the English language yet, they managed to find shelter for my brother and I while balancing multiple jobs. I was around the age of two and I caused my parents the most strain on their lives. As I grew older I faintly remember being handed off to least 3 different babysitters, starting from 5am in the morning till 6pm in the evening. At the shy age of five I would now comprehend my parents struggle with various issues such as taking care of me, their youngest child, or massive language barrier. In addition, to my parents having a difficulty learning English, so did I. I wasn’t surrounded by the English language, I didn’t acquire American friends or listen to my family speak English around the house; instead I learned every morning by watching Dora the Explorer on…
My first day of fifth grade in America was filled with stress, on the other hand, with the help of my teacher and the encouragement of new friends, I was able to get through the day…
The most difficult time is the period when I came to America. I was born in China and lived there for 20 years. The new environment for me was unfamiliar and challengeable. My English was poor and hard to understand, so that I was afraid to speak English to people. But if I want to stay here, I must solve this problem. Therefore, I went to the adult school to improve my oral English. During the idle time, I watched the CNN student news to broaden my horizon and to know more about America. Nowadays, my English has improved a lot, although I know that’s not enough. I still have a long way to go to achieve the standard that speak fluently. In addition, I also had a challenge in learning how to drive. Everyone knows that car is essential for our lives.…
In second grade I had a fair level of Spanish reading, but to kill my life I had to learn English, how devastating, it took me two days to learn the ABC’s in English. I understood nothing of written English. My teacher started giving me small lessons on it; I loathed English so much I wanted to give up. In fourth grade, I started to write essays which took me for ever, and I was so deeply embarrassed, because I would get my papers basically all in red of corrections. As time passed I hated books more and more, every time I would have to read I would get…
Throughout my life I have encountered many circumstances that have shaped me into the person I am today. I was born in Moroleon, Guanajuato, Mexico. I attended school in Mexico all the way to second grade. In the summer of 2006 I moved to Cumming, Georgia. It was the hardest thing to do because I left everything that I care the most about. We lived in a trailer which was not the nicest place and in the middle of the forest. I started school at the beginning of August. I had always loved school so I was so excited for the first day. I knew it was going to be hard because I would have to conquer so many obstacles on the way. At this time the only English I knew was probably counting from one to ten and some of the colors. My Father knew some…
In the world humans can easily retain the good memories that happen in their lives. They can easily remember those sports trophy, honor roll award, and even just beating a friend in a friendly video game, is left as positive memory in their brain that can be easily shared information. However, the real question is, what do humans do with the bad experiences? Do they just store them in their memory bank and never talk about it, do they just forget about, or do they share the experience? I can’t speak for everybody but, I feel you should express your bad experiences, just like you would for your good ones. Now I’ll begin.…