Literacy Narrative A little more than thirty two years ago I was beginning my senior year of high school. I had finished my junior year deciding that I would continue my education after high school and attend a college or trade school after graduation. Since making that decision very little had changed in my life. I had chosen a career and set some goals but didn’t really understand the hard work it would take to achieve my goal. Then I met my twelfth grade English teacher Mrs. Cook. On the very first day of school she introduced herself and made an announcement. “This class will prepare you for college. If you do not plan on going to college get up right now and go to see the counselor and change your schedule”. English composition had never been my favorite subject and I began to panic. As she went on to describe the rigor of the upcoming course, three of my classmates exited the room. I have never been a quitter and I realized at that moment if I were …show more content…
Cook quickly faded the next day when we went right to work on our first essay assignment. She outlined our assignment and went on to explain that we would be expected to turn in one paper each week. Each Friday we would turn in our assignment and receive direction on our next paper. On Monday if our previous week’s assignment was on her desk we were to pick it up make revisions and turn that back in the next day. She had given us a text book and several pages of writing examples with commentary. When we returned on Monday everyone had a paper to pick up for revision. We were all upset when we discovered that our papers had no notes or indication as to what was incorrect. Someone finally asked the question, how are we supposed to know what is wrong if you won’t tell us? She addressed the class and explained that we had a text book and several papers with which we could figure this out ourselves. It was too late to quit now I had made up my mind to apply myself to this
I have been a student at Hocking College for some time now. When I first started at Hocking I wanted to be a Natural Resources Law Enforcement Officer. After completing several quarters I decided that enforcing the law was not my true desire. I then decided to try nursing. My father is a Doctor and I thought that I would be a good nurse. After completing a couple semesters in Nursing I decided that I could not change the medical field and that I could not be a part of it. My goal now is to complete an Associate of Arts and Transfer to a four year College to hopefully get a degree in business or finance with the hopes of opening my own business. Unfortunately, I now have to redo some of my generals in order to transfer them to a four year university. That is how I find myself sitting here today. I have always loved writing, it has always been an outlet for me. I was not thrilled that I was going to be in a writing class once again, but I quickly found out that I had more to learn. The instructors were phenomenal and offered guidance and challenges to me the learner. They challenged me to think about my writing and to write from the heart and the soul.
I came out of my adviser's office and made the turn down the long hallway toward the student parking lot. My face was hot from all the emotions that seemed to be burning through my skin and I could feel tears building up in my eyes. Looking down, I tried not to confront anyone as I walked swiftly to my car, opened the door, and fell into my seat. Staring, lost into the parking lot that was full of cars, I sat there wondering what my next step should be. My adviser had just told me, in the nicest way possible, that I had failed. If I wanted to continue my college career, I would have to make an appointment with the dean of the college and give him an explanation as to why I should be able to continue classes at Mayland Community College. The truth was, I didn't have an explanation. I felt as if I had no purpose there. I didn't have any interest in being in college, but I knew that I did not want to be a waitress for the rest of my life.
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Once arrived on the scene the undersigned detective interviewed Officer Lombardini (hereafter referred to as W-1), who reported that he and Officer Garzino (hereafter referred to as the complainant) were in full uniform, patrolling PSA 604 on the mountain bike. W-1 reported that he and the complainant observed Mr. Darnell Rico Mayfield sitting in his car (2 doors, black Honda Accord, baring DC tags ES1128) in the rear of 4677 Benning Road, SE.
My heart palpation starts to accelerate, hands start to tremble, eyes start to water, vision becomes blurry, voices start to intrude my mind, pounding down hard on me, all because of a grade. Entering high school, I had set a goal for myself, which was to achieve all A’s in all marking cycles. Yet, when I participated in the three week summer program, my past served no importance. I saw myself as someone who did not expect to fail, someone who would give it their all to achieve it all, yet this sanctuary of comfort shattered into pieces. Within the summer program, I had a STEM Design and an African American Literature course. I, along with my team members, designed a solar power car, but it failed. I analyzed the language of Frederick Douglass
In the article of Richard Darville, he states his main ideas that literacy is not simply a skill or activity, it can be a form of empowerment for a person. Darville explain the differences between narrative literacy and organizational literacy. Narrative literacy is record things or knowledge from personal experience, organizational literacy is not about personal experience but managing and regulated literacy. As the author points that the listener will always relates their own experience related into the first narrative stories. The interpretations and association of the idea from the listener could be various to the same narrative. How we write down narrative literacy can effects the expression and impress of the experience directly. For
In the fall of 2016, my robin flew south--that beautiful bird that symbolizes hope and the promise of new beginnings. Thankfully, he’s returned, but the journey to bring him back has caused much tribulation. Last fall I’d been striving to achieve--focusing on academics, volunteering at my church, even being awarded most improved player in tennis-- but then the bird took flight, leaving behind the delicate cold of winter.
Howdy, my name Megan Newman. I am currently a senior at Troy High School and will be graduating with 18 hours of dual credit. This will be fourth online course and I am thrilled to see how my writing will continue to evolve over the next 16 weeks. My fondness for online courses, or computers in general was most likely spurred because both of my parents having an occupation in the Information Technology Field. With this being said, it has been a natural process for me to follow my parents by also working in the technology field. I have been working as an IT HelpDesk Technician at Troy ISD for the past four years. Expanding my knowledge in this field is definitely a passion I hold dearly, but does not consume every aspect of my life. I am a active
I recalled my final memory of high school; it was a relaxed day and I never could had imagined that post-high school life would be so difficult. I did not know that social inequality existed or that there were countless social problems in the world. Furthermore, I had no vision of what my future holds, so I unknowingly took the traditional route of attending college, in hopes that one day the journey would turn into a career. I attended my first semester of community college in Fall of 2012, and I also began working as an employee at McDonalds. I navigated through college alone, and struggled writing a two-page paper for my first sociology class. I received an F grade on the paper, and considered dropping out of college. However, I never dropped
I was born in Quebec, Canada on March 26, 1999. I was born in place where French is the main language spoken by everyone with English being a second language to some. A few years later, when I was five years old, my family moved from Canada to the US. We moved to Canton, Georgia mainly because of the company my father worked for, Polycor, had recently bought the Georgia based company Georgia Marble, and Polycor needed people from their company to help run and organize it in Georgia and one of the people chosen was my father. Shortly after this move to Georgia, I was enrolled in kindergarten at Liberty Elementary, an elementary school located near where we lived. The school year had already been halfway completed and I couldn’t speak a word
Just a laid back good ole boy I'm past drinking smoking and going to parties that part of my life is behind me I use to be that guy the first to show and the last to leave in the morning but now it's all about work and making the future the best I can for me and my son... with all that said idc if you do any of that it's your life we all only have one and should live it how we want without having others judge us.... as the profile says I'm also not in the least bit religious even though I was raised up in church that goes back to live how you want just don't try and push your beliefs off on me because that's pretty much the 1# deal killer for me.... I'm a hardcore computer gaming country boy I love fishing and hunting when I'm able to I don't
I was born in a suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and am the oldest of four children. My father’s employment required our family to move often. As a result, our family lived in Delaware, northern New Jersey, southern New Jersey, and Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I graduated high school. Our family eventually moved to Houston in 1982.
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My family has been through war but I was too young to remember. However, I always had this visual of me being tied on someone’s back. I can never tell who that person is but it seems like we were feeling from the war going on. I remember hearing guns shots as we walked towards safety. When I spoke to my aunt she told me that we immigrated to another country until the war ended. However, according to my aunt, my family faced challenges attempting to return back to our country. She said we had to prove that we were from Liberia. It was difficult but eventually we were able to return back home. My aunt’s husband tries to sexually assault me, I have been separated from my family for years and I am doing everything on my own. However, despite my
You know my name, my grade averages, my test scores and just a bit more. What I plan on doing is to open up my world beyond my name and statistics. I grew up in what I thought was to be a nice quaint town full of friendly strangers, heartfelt neighbors, and one of the finest families. What I learned when growing up was not everything is how you see it as a child. What I once thought was a friendly neighbor was actually a woman intimate with my father. What was one of my mother’s best friends was actually her partner in an affair. My life was falling apart at the seams and piling up with stress. What I thought was the end of my life was actually just the beginning of adulthood.