Essay On: Myself

My name is Mary Jane. I am ten years old. I live in Chicago. My family consists of my father, mother, older brother and myself.

I am playing with many friends at school during lunch break. My class teacher is very kind and very polite. She helped me to understand and learn my lesson easily

My father is a cop. He worked hard from morning till night. My mother is a teacher. They all love me very much. My older brother is too young to attend school. Until my mother came home, he was with the babysitter. As a family child, he is a favorite of everyone.

Whenever he was absent from work, my father took us to an amusement park. Every Sunday my mother has a delicious lunch, we are all ready to eat together.

This year I will solve this problem and give myself time to enjoy what I have now. I work hard at work that makes the best time gift for myself, so I stopped myself and stopped comparing with my classmates; I traveled the world and my career Changed, shifted my work, and enjoyed the process satisfactorily.

of course. When I have not written for a while, I will set up specific tasks for myself. And I will also allow myself. I allowed myself to write terrible sonnets. I sat down and wrote a terrible sonnet. Then I think that a better way is to figure it out and continue doing other things. This is truly amazing. Also remember that 90% of what you write will never see a bright day. William Stafford said: "Reduce your standards" Just lower your standards. Nahab Shihab Nye gave me William Stafford - she gave it to me. I was in the immediate vicinity when I was studying with her. So trying to resolve the stress, I found happiness in writing and tried to act according my own thoughts.

For me, I will keep my high standards. I want to do a certain amount of work everyday and I have my own standards and goals. I have a standard, I like to maintain my house, and the work I need to do everyday, and how to organize me to keep everything. I am an executive who is proud of having a good job. For many years, I have always wanted people around me to have the same values ​​and standards. As a mother of working at home, I manage day care and work hard to build a writing career. Basically, I feel like I will not be absent. I mistakenly think that my husband working 10 to 12 hours as a truck driver will understand that I need help in the house.