Lifeline Research Paper
Lifeline Essay Before, I was like a bullfighter with no motivation to move from the bull’s destructive path. But then came a challenge, or someone who wouldn’t let me fail myself; Mrs. Walker, my lifeline. Mrs. Walker was always the teacher who kids heard terrifying stories about from their older siblings. She was depicted as ruthless, which led future biology students who were assigned to her class praying for help to survive the year. She was strict, but she was right. Miss Walker did live up to expectations as far as how strict she was, but students soon realized she had a logical explanation for everything she did. She was also very truthful, or in some cases brutally honest, but she always did it for the overall good. She was very admired for these qualities. Unsurprisingly, when I found out Mrs. Walker was going to be my biology teacher for my sophomore year, I panicked. My older sister, Lauren, had been taught by Mrs. Walker and told me exceedingly overstated stories, and me being extremely naïve little sister, I believed them. I recall myself being surprised during the first few weeks of school when I found out for
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At first it was extremely tough, my mom moved out of our house, and because of that, I lost my rock. My mom was the one who kept me together and on track, the only shoulder I had to cry on for most of my life, and because of this, I fell hard into a deep depression. School didn’t seem relevant when all of this was happening, so naturally, my motivation, along with my grades, started tumbling downhill. It started with procrastination, but then turned into not turning in homework, not studying, no taking notes, forgetting about presentations, getting signed out early at least once every two weeks, and the occasional selecting random answers on quizzes and tests because “I can bring my grade up later” which I knew I
At first it was extremely tough, my mom moved out of our house, and because of that, I lost my rock. My mom was the one who kept me together and on track, the only shoulder I had to cry on for most of my life, and because of this, I fell hard into a deep depression. School didn’t seem relevant when all of this was happening, so naturally, my motivation, along with my grades, started tumbling downhill. It started with procrastination, but then turned into not turning in homework, not studying, no taking notes, forgetting about presentations, getting signed out early at least once every two weeks, and the occasional selecting random answers on quizzes and tests because “I can bring my grade up later” which I knew I