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Jacqueline Ray
Miss Eaker
UWRT 1103-036
30, September 2014
Why is it so boring? : A Personal Literacy Narrative
Constantly torn between this is great and why am I even doing this. Writing does not
come easily to me; the dedication, the drive, every word can be a challenge to obtain.
In elementary school, third grade to be exact, I remember doing a project on the game
monopoly and gluing actual monopoly money onto a green poster board. That part was fun; well
most of elementary school was enjoyable for me. A lot of friends, no real worries and cheese
dippers- the best lunch food possible School at this point was easy, almost too easy.
My grandma was the one who influenced me the most at this time because I was around
her a lot and she was the one to always help me with my homework. My grandmother may have
helped me a little too much. The work I turned in was edited and corrected by my grandma. The
work I turned in during elementary school was never really my own work; my thoughts,
however, were behind the work. Since she helped me so much, I never had to work very hard or
learned the importance of using my own thoughts and having personal creativity.
Walking into Wilburn Elementary School with my monopoly poster under my arm was a
proud day for me back in the third grade. But, was it really my work? No, that night before the
projects due date I sat on my grandmothers lap while she asked me questions. I answered them
and she typed away making my response sound nothing like the words that came out of my
mouth. Most projects during all the years of elementary school went just like this. The posters I
made or, should I say, I helped with were very neat with pictures placed on the side and typed up

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conclusions and comments in the middle. By the end of elementary school, I felt like the best
writer but that was only because I never did receive a bad grade; I also never really did my own
work. I never got to learn from my own mistakes because I never got the chance to make any.
Now, I have made it to big bad middles school. It was definitely nothing like I had
imagined it to be. Teachers warned us a little but it had no comparison to my wonderful
experiences in elementary school when things were so easy. The kids by this time were no longer
nice, classes were boring and work got a bit harder. When your teachers tell you about middle
school they tell you how much different the homework would be and how much freedom you
will have but that is a lie. The work that I did in the classes was boring as ever, no cool science
projects or presentations ... just a lot of read this and answer the questions below. I went to
Durant Road Middle School where in seventh grade I was a part of Mrs. Clarks English class.
Going into middle school, my grandma and I were no longer able to be together as often
as before. Since things were changing, I had to start really doing my own work, making my own
posters, and coming up with my own ideas. As work became my own sole responsibility, I had
no motivation, no one to push me. All the work fell onto my shoulders.
Seventh grade English class. About four weeks into the school year, we got our first big
project which happened to be my first official book report. We got to choose our own book, read
it and reflect on it. At first I was excited, with many ideas running through my head. All projects
and assignments usually start off like this for me, a lot of excitement in the beginning followed
by nothing but disappointment when the project turns boring real fast. My plan was to do this
project all on my own. From that thought on the struggle began. My first obstacle was to find a
book that would entertain me long enough to read it all the way trough. After looking through the
libraries selection, I came across a book titled, How I survived Middle School- Can you get an

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F in lunch. Obviously I thought that book was relevant to my life at the time. I quickly skimmed
the back cover to gain an idea of what the book was about, thought it seemed vaguely interesting,
and checked it out.
In the end, I was wrong again and bored again. Bored by reading, bored thinking about
reading, just an overall overwhelming feeling of being bored. I held the book up to such a high
standard thinking it was going to keep me interesting after reading the back cover, but it was a
scam. The details were not interesting and the chapters were long and hard to follow. I did not
finish reading my book for my report but I did finish the report. I made up a lot of the reflection
because of me not being able to finish the book. However, I got a satisfactory grade of a B plus
(because back then they still did that). My teacher, Mrs. Clark, told me I was a great writer but
her words did not stick with me because she told all the students in the class the same thing.
Getting projects done and having a good grade in the end was never my problem. I just simply
do not like reading; I also do not like writing about what I did or, in my case probably, did not
read.
I had never wanted to be done with a place more than I wanted to be done with Millbrook
High School. My senior year of high school I would walk into the old one hundred building,
which used to be only for science, but was now a building of multiple purposes. One of its main
purposes was obviously to smell like fish and frogs because often it did just that. Anyways
around the corner from the main entrance was Mrs. Daviss English IV class. Most of the year in
that class went exactly as I planned it to. The year went by smoothly aside from my teacher
always talking to me as if we were friends when I really did not care for her or her childish
antics. Any day that I would walk into class with any type of look on my face besides a smile she
would always say Look at Miss Sunshine, she is not having a good day class. In the end finals

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and final projects started to come around and in my English class we did something called an Isearch. An I-search is a project where you choose a topic to focus on and you research it, present
your research to your class, and make a website to bring everything together in the end. The only
part that I halfway enjoyed was the website.
My topic was, Why is High School so Stressful?. At the time that I picked it, I thought
it would be an easy topic but once research began I found it more difficult than ever. The
purpose of the assignment was stupid to me and once I think something is stupid I just cant take
it serious anymore. In the beginning I thought the topic would stay interesting throughout
research but it fell short when statics came in and the sad stories of teenagers like me.
Throughout the last few weeks of school, stress was high and I was ready to be done with high
school and my teacher. I worked on the project here and there, only really when I needed to for a
grade. Presentations rolled around quicker than I thought they would and I was left to scramble.
My class, I have to say were not the brightest of all the stars in the sky but they all presented
pretty well. I had prepared as well as I could with the little motivation and care I had left. My
presentation went smoothly, and I hit all the points I needed too but when I got my paper back I
got an F. First off, I dont Fs. I do not fail projects. Second, by this time of my senior year I
could care less about my teacher or my class and of course this assignment. Once papers were
handed back, my teacher left a comment saying, You are better than the work you put out. I
didnt care enough to respond to her or question her reasoning behind the grading or comment.
This assignment and teacher did nothing but discourage me. I just wanted to tell her, I do not
like reading, never will, never have now get out of my face. I know the work that I put out for
this final project was half-assed but I did not deserve an F.

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After all the papers I have ever had to write or books I have had to read, I have never
enjoyed one.

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