During my time blogging, I have been coerced into metacognition. Ms. Dockus made me think about how I learn, and what aids me in attempting to learn. A few months ago, I’m not sure if I could have articulated an accurate response to such a question. Currently, I am still unsure of my ability to do such a thing.
I have always been “good” at school. In elementary school I was a strict rule follower, an avid reader, and a spelling test master (which is essentially all that is asked of an elementary-aged kid). The other kids would be rowdy and loud while I would read my 3rd Star Wars book of the week (these were chapter books, and everyone knows that chapter books are a big deal). Some kids feared Parent-Teacher Conferences, but I couldn’t wait for them. These aforementioned days of great behavior finally came back to reward me. As I advanced through school, the material never got any harder in my eyes. It felt as if I could always handle the amount of work given out. Some say that one’s Junior year of high school is the most difficult, but I certainly hope it isn’t.
I have always enjoyed challenge and competition. For starters, I’m a boy, so there’s already a certain level of testosterone induced insanity. Sports fan the flames of competition, mostly anyone who plays one can tell you that. Then there is something about my personality that just makes me strive to be “better” than everyone else. I’d say I have a problem with being an elitist, but I don’t think I actually am better than other people. I just want to be.
This mindset of mine has always helped to make school appear more meaningful. I still remember getting Math tests back in middle school and immediately comparing scores with my best friend Harper. I essentially still do that. I like to think that a lot of successful people did this.
In short, I drive myself to do well in school as it should ensure victory in all trivia-based games that I play now or in the near-future. Schooling is just preparation for game shows.
I have always been “good” at school. In elementary school I was a strict rule follower, an avid reader, and a spelling test master (which is essentially all that is asked of an elementary-aged kid). The other kids would be rowdy and loud while I would read my 3rd Star Wars book of the week (these were chapter books, and everyone knows that chapter books are a big deal). Some kids feared Parent-Teacher Conferences, but I couldn’t wait for them. These aforementioned days of great behavior finally came back to reward me. As I advanced through school, the material never got any harder in my eyes. It felt as if I could always handle the amount of work given out. Some say that one’s Junior year of high school is the most difficult, but I certainly hope it isn’t.
I have always enjoyed challenge and competition. For starters, I’m a boy, so there’s already a certain level of testosterone induced insanity. Sports fan the flames of competition, mostly anyone who plays one can tell you that. Then there is something about my personality that just makes me strive to be “better” than everyone else. I’d say I have a problem with being an elitist, but I don’t think I actually am better than other people. I just want to be.
This mindset of mine has always helped to make school appear more meaningful. I still remember getting Math tests back in middle school and immediately comparing scores with my best friend Harper. I essentially still do that. I like to think that a lot of successful people did this.
In short, I drive myself to do well in school as it should ensure victory in all trivia-based games that I play now or in the near-future. Schooling is just preparation for game shows.
Thanks for reading this nonsense!