Autobiography: Asking Help

As a kid growing up, I was taught not to give other troubles. I remember my first grade teacher would tell the whole class to have our parents to help us with our homework. I would get home and end up asking for my sister’s help because my parents were gone for work every day. Sometimes my sister would have too much homework of their own and I would end up having to do my homework myself. In my third grade year I moved to Missouri. My fourth grade teacher gave me a hard time on one of the assignments I worked hard on. It was an assignment to draw the human body and what their functions are on the assignment and no adult were to help with the drawings in any way. Long story short I almost got a zero for the assignment because my teacher did not believe that I drew the picture until my friend stood up for me and told her that she had seen me draw in Art class. From freshman to present day I would have to learn and study most of my homework by myself. I would get some help from my sisters who would encourage me to take extra class lessons and jobs to ensure that I reach my goal if my sisters were not there to help me. During my late junior year I started to ask for help again when it’s available from my teachers and in my senior year, it became a time to time routine. I still ask for help when I feel that it doesn’t trouble anyone and if I really do need help.