Analysis Of The Dreadful Scoring Rubric

In my mind, I never really liked trying to explain in full detail what something meant. Back in high school, my teachers always wanted me to explain my writing in such depth that a kindergartener would understand why Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. Trying to explain my writing was always very tiring. I often would get bored trying to explain and just stop writing and do something else for a while. Most of the time in high school I didn’t like writing.

Along with those classes, I have had many teachers help me find a newfound love and hate for the subject. Freshman year was my toughest, most unproductive, year by far. The teacher assigned papers that were pointless and she chose books that interest her. Much of the work she assigned was busy work, she did not care if we grew as writers or if we understood the concept behind the assignment. After a month, I was looking for a way out, I bit off more than I was able to chew.

Each folder held about 6 work assignments inside them, I panicked even more when I couldn’t find the book we needed for this class I didn’t want to make the same mistake as the last time. I ordered my book late and our first essay was due within the second week. All I needed to do was relax and stop overthinking everything, I thought to myself maybe this class isn’t as bad as the first English class I took. After opening the first assignment folder and seeing that it really wasn’t so much work it was actually videos and articles of what we will be learning that week I felt relieved, the first folder was actually nice. I was able to see who I was as a writer and actually sit down and see what needs more work I also wrote about my MBTI, I found out I was a big procrastinator and that helped me figure out many things.

As I grew up I did not like the material that had to be read or the papers that was required to be written; but since I knew the work had to be done accurately in order for me to pass the class I learned to tolerate the subject. Throughout high school, the English courses were very time consuming and over whelming resulting in me disliking the subject even more. The assignments and readings that were usually given took up the majority of my time; this resulted in work from my other courses being left unfinished. My last two years of school consisted of research papers and in class compositions. But nothing compared to the tedious work that I encountered my junior and senior year when I decided to challenge myself by taking AP English courses.

This semester I learned many new things in my English 1301 class. I took this class last year but I had to drop it because I didn’t have a professor explaining the work to me. And I really didn’t understand what I was doing. At first, I was scared to take this class. During my high school years I wasn’t that good of a writer.

What I have noticed about grade scale is that, others around me always worried about having high grade all the time. We were so brainwashed that all we care about was having good grade, instead of taking time to learn the material. Even on tests, I would just memorize PowerPoint, notes and review sheet to do well. However, after a couple of days I would just forget because all I did was memorized the material for few hours in order to get an A. In addition, I would only read the books that were assigned to me in school, instead of reading books out my curiosity.

I assumed that the work we were to be assigned was beyond hard because of what I heard of my teachers from High School. Now that I go back and think about it, they were just preparing us to a higher level of writing and developing new skills. It took me a while to realize that it was possible to do well in college English if you put your best effort on it. It was hard for me because in High school I procrastinated a lot and I didn’t try hard to get good grades, but as soon as my freshmen year started, I began to Vallejo 2 think that If I stayed focused on my work and grades I could achieve greatness. That’s what I did for the whole

I never wanted to do my writing assignments like I was supposed to, which didn’t help me learn how to write. I also have the writing I did last semester, which wasn’t much. But the writing I did do last semester helped my writing so much. Last semester I learned how to put a paper together and what goes into a paper; I didn’t know a lot about writing before last semester. Also, I learned how to do MLA, which I had no idea how to do before.

Entering English Comp one, I had fears of what the class would be like. I realized that I had many weaknesses, but it was not till the end of the class that I learned my strengths. When I first entered Comp one I was very nervous. Everyone had told me that Mrs. Garth was a really tough teacher, therefore; that kinda made me second guess my opinion to take the class. When we started writing I learned that my main weakness was getting my point across while staying on topic.

That’s a little extreme, but how could one enjoy the preparation for an assignment in which they hate? Those previous negative experiences with public speaking are tied into my current hate of writing. Next were the prolonged book reports, journal entries and resumes with never ending revisions. I don’t even want to discuss reading, just another task that requires a person to sit and essentially do nothing for extended periods of time. Clearly not something I’d particularly take pleasure in.