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New Semester Reflection

The fall semester was my first semester of high school which meant a lot to get used to. The three things I learned during the fall semester was to stop procrastinating, get more sleep, and use my tutorials and breaks for studying or doing homework. I procrastinate a lot and so I find myself cramming to complete assignments, papers, etc. on the due date. Procrastination can lead to late nights which leads to less and less sleep. I think the cause of all this procrastination and lack of sleep is being on my phone or computer. I learned to shut it off and sit down and study or do homework. From me turning off my phone and being more focused, I complete assignments faster and get more time to sleep.

The third thing I learned from this past semester, is to utilize my tutorial and break times. I play sports every day after school; cheer, soccer, or sometimes both. Having extracurriculars and sports causes me to not have much time at home to do my schoolwork. Tutorial and break times are great times to get lots of work done but being around my friends distracts me. I've learned to go somewhere, like the library or foster hall, and sit down and focus on school work. Thinking about how much work I have, and how I do not have a lot of time after school, motivates me to do this. Finally, goals for my spring semester would be to use my tutorial and break times and knowing when to turn off my phone or other distractions so I can focus.

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  1. MarthaJanuary 17, 2018 at 7:11 AM

    I agree with you when you said that you needed to use your tutorials and breaks for work. I used to hang out with friends during that time but I realized that it could be really useful.

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