Personal Narrative-It's Time To Study In Middle School

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I heard a short sentence on Facebook from a young man “Waking up later wastes the morning, but getting up earlier destroys all the day.” I know he was kidding, but when I back to think of that, I’m totally agree with what he said. In China, there is a morning class called “morning reading” begging at 7am. Every students need to come to the class and do exercises after that class. Therefore, since middle school, I’ve hate the morning when I have to wake up early for that class and do that stupid “dancing”. I remember that when I was studying in middle school in China, I was sober one or two days a week only because I got lie-in at some weekend, and I felt so comfortable and clearly of my brain. I could find any answer of any calculation and …show more content…
My high school time schedule was so weird. The time schedule showed that 10 classes each day from 7am to 9:30pm, and there are 2 and half hours for break at afternoon. All of the students in the school had classes from Monday to Saturday, and at half Sunday we got “self-study courses”. Teachers asserted that giving students more time to study in class would raise initiative and power of studying. At the first few week, it was not bad because it was truth to increase my studying time and make me learn more to get some good grade. However, everything were changed after one month. I could not stay focused on book and thinking. I felt that I was being dull with headache intermittently even I could remember anything in my mind in the second midterm, so I only got half point at this exam. All of the students, except one or two super scholar, in my class got lower grade at the second midterm. By the way, the super scholar didn’t keep the “high way” so long, they also got lower at the third exam. After the semester in the high school, I talked with my mom and teachers several times about my feeling, but they just told me that was my problem and “take things as they come”. I didn’t believe them, so I made some change in the following semester. I was not going to be the “chickabiddy” anymore. In other words, I was going to …show more content…
I like the way to decide my time schedule by myself. I don’t have to wake up at 6am, but if I want to get in a morning class, I still can make it. Because I can be as free as I want to be, I get several opportunity for being volunteer and enjoying a club in college. I fell that being productive every day, but not that tired as studying in China. Perhaps, I don’t want to be restricted since I was born, so I love to make a decision by myself. I believe that learning to hold the time can make me be going to

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