Unknown Consequences
Unknown Consequences
Throughout Kindergarten until roughly 9th grade, my parents were always complimented by my teachers on how well I could distract other students. Each teacher had a different “discipline” method. Interestingly enough, they all had one trait in common, writing. Writing “I will not ______” hundreds of times. Writing all the “A” words in the dictionary and their definitions until my hour detention was up. My all-time favorite was when I would have to copy random papers my teacher would give me, which in no way shape or form benefited me at all. Another common trait all these “discipline” methods had in common was that they all pushed me away from what little interest I had in reading and writing at the same time. Some might refer to this as a double play but in this case it was for the other team. Now every time I sit down and am told to write an essay or a paper, I cringe. My reaction is to now to hate and dread the work now given to me. Math, I excel in because it interests me because in my mind its one big puzzle. English is now the place I go to have my hand cramp and for me to be criticized on how my writing is sub-par. Fourth Grade, Mrs. Polansky, a class, me, and a dictionary. That is how most of my days ended in elementary school, but on a more frequent basis around this time. Fourth grade was largely focused on math and as stated, I exceled in math. I would finish my work before my peers and thus had more time on my hands. There are very few things you can do or accomplish while sitting in an old wooden desk that creaks a little when you try to get comfortable. Spoiler alert, you never get comfortable in old wooden desks. With my extra time I could have been working on my homework and been productive but I was more of a social butterfly. I decided the best thing to do in those situations was to talk to my best friend Parker. You might be thinking “What’s the harm in that?” Well the harm was that Parker sat on the opposite side of
Throughout Kindergarten until roughly 9th grade, my parents were always complimented by my teachers on how well I could distract other students. Each teacher had a different “discipline” method. Interestingly enough, they all had one trait in common, writing. Writing “I will not ______” hundreds of times. Writing all the “A” words in the dictionary and their definitions until my hour detention was up. My all-time favorite was when I would have to copy random papers my teacher would give me, which in no way shape or form benefited me at all. Another common trait all these “discipline” methods had in common was that they all pushed me away from what little interest I had in reading and writing at the same time. Some might refer to this as a double play but in this case it was for the other team. Now every time I sit down and am told to write an essay or a paper, I cringe. My reaction is to now to hate and dread the work now given to me. Math, I excel in because it interests me because in my mind its one big puzzle. English is now the place I go to have my hand cramp and for me to be criticized on how my writing is sub-par. Fourth Grade, Mrs. Polansky, a class, me, and a dictionary. That is how most of my days ended in elementary school, but on a more frequent basis around this time. Fourth grade was largely focused on math and as stated, I exceled in math. I would finish my work before my peers and thus had more time on my hands. There are very few things you can do or accomplish while sitting in an old wooden desk that creaks a little when you try to get comfortable. Spoiler alert, you never get comfortable in old wooden desks. With my extra time I could have been working on my homework and been productive but I was more of a social butterfly. I decided the best thing to do in those situations was to talk to my best friend Parker. You might be thinking “What’s the harm in that?” Well the harm was that Parker sat on the opposite side of