why I am not a good student

I am not a good student simply because I do not like school, never have, and I doubt that it will ever be among any of my fond memories, well the actual school part of it anyways. Ever since I was a little kid,I hated school, forced to go to school, kicking and screaming, the whole way, with my mom wondering why she just did not just stop having kids after my brother, who was the model student. Eventually I would get to school and the teacher would start talking about the subject and my mind would start wondering, then BAM I am gone, I would be thinking about what I would do once school was out or even intently watch a bug crawl across the window. I am also very bad at doing my homework. My mom would send me to my room to do it, but there would be a book I havent read for atleast a week, or some party dress that I havent tried on in a while, and before you can say cat in the hat, the homework would be for gotten.

I can't even remember when I started to dislike school. Ever since I can remember I have always dreaded Mondays, because Mondays meant an end to the weekend fun. I can remember as a little kid, all my friends would be so excited to go to school. It was something that all our older brothers and sisters were doing and although I loved my older brother and sister, and would spend all the time with them that they could stand, I did not want to start school. "Suckers" I would think, you go off and sit in a room for eight hours, in the mean time I have dolls to dress, roads to build for my trucks, and a cat to terrorize.

Eventually reality set in and since you can't remain a child for ever, I found my self off to school, despite my best efforts. For the first week or so it wasn't so bad, to be honest I actually liked it. But then I started to miss playing outside in the mud and running inside for a quick snack whenever I could. I started to realize that five days out of every week would be the same boredom for twelve more years, well more at the rate I was going. That was when I began to dread school, I mean for a child who loves to be outside, loves to run around and never sit still, sitting for eight hours a day was the ultimate in cruel. That was when I would start to daydream about the things that I should be doing,such as, helping my dad with the cows, making forts out of hay bales, feeding the horses sugar cubes. The list goes on and on and I dreamed about them all. I would usually come back down from riding a horse to realize that my teacher had asked me a question and I would spout off some answer that would make everyone, but my teacher, laugh. Needless to say she never understood my sense of humor and I would get extra homework. Don't get me wrong there were some classes that I did like but they were few and far between. All these things I learned to control and I started to pay attention in school, mush to the relief of my teachers. I found that there were interesting thing about the world that I didn't know (imagine that) and I started to enjoy school alot more.

Even though school became more interesting, homework on the other hand was two hours of hell. Here I was, out of school and I still wasn't able to go out and play. It was like being set free from prison and still being under house arrest. I mean what was the point, I knew that I understood the subjects, in fact I rarely got under a 95 on any test, but the teachers would nitpick on the one thing that I didn't do, homework. From my point of view, after spending so many hours in school what would possess me to want to spend more time inside when the daylight was wasting away and my bedtime comming up way to fast for my liking. So I would do a little here and there just to prove to my mother that I actually did the work and I would skip out the door with a promise to not go too far, and I was free to do what I had been thinking about all day.

Today I am happy to say that I actually enjoy school and the teachers seem to want to actually be hear. I no longer daydream, well not nearly as much, and although I still have problems with my homework I have a each class every other day so I have more time to work on it. It is different now, the homework that I do is for my own benefit and I am old enough, and mature enough to sit down and just do it. Well kinda.