Essay on Why I Didn 't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks
Looking back I wonder why I didn’t stay in school when I was younger. I had all the support I needed to succeed, my dad. He is my greatest motivator. Has always been there for me and still is. I remember sitting at the dining room table and doing my homework while my dad did his paperwork. He would always tell me that I could do anything because I was very smart. Now that I read “Brainology” it makes me wonder.
I don’t remember very much about school or my teachers. There is one who I remember, don’t know why I remember her so much I just do. Mrs. Penny, she was my kindergarten teacher. She was a very sweet old lady, always praising me and just about the sweetest thing. Seventh grade my home economics teacher I remember maybe because that was my first experience with cooking and I enjoyed it very much. After seventh grade I kind of went downhill. Started missing class, getting kicked out of school. Just a real bad kid. Don’t know how but I actually made it thru middle school.
Now here comes high school. Didn’t get any better I guess it just got worst. Now I wasn’t just…