Reflection Paper

One day while sitting in room 242 Peltier Hall, all my classmates began talking about the grades they received on their Unit one essay. I started to tell my classmates that I never received a grade for the assignment and one of them suggested that I go talk to Mrs. Pejic. I was so nervous because I barely talked in the class, and I had to have a meeting with the professor. When I walked into Mrs. Pejic’s office for my revision appointment, I realized it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Her office was cozy and welcoming. We started talking about my essay and she gave me advice on how to fix the corrections needed to make a higher grade. I was really thankful she gave me the opportunity to revise my paper. However, when I reread my paper I asked myself, am I really this dumb?

Going through high school, I only had one teacher that helped me with future English classes, Ms. Emilee Antill. I was in Ms. Antill’s English class my sophomore year of high school. Ms.Antill was the type of teacher who kept class interesting and stuck to the curriculum. She had to prepare us for a test called the EOC. The EOC is a cumulative test that you had to pass to advance to the next grade. During this class, we were taught mainly how to cite from a text and use

Pejic class at the beginning of my first semester of college, I was nervous. As time went on, I got more comfortable in her class but I was still nervous in some ways. However, the scary part was the ME’s my classmates and I were assigned to write. ME’s were short essays. Since it had been so long since I wrote an essay, I didn’t know where to begin. What made this situation more stressful was that I was juggling doing my school work and keeping my job. Due to the constant demands of my job, I didn’t have a lot of time to focus on my school work. At this time, I was working thirty hours a week. I eventually had to quit my job because my grades began to drop and I knew something had to