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.
While reading, my teachers taught us to look at the author’s diction, and to find the purpose the author was trying to portray throughout the piece, but I never did. It was hard for me to read a piece of literature not only because I found it quite boring, but because it was hard to dissect every sentence and find and what was important. I found English class to be somewhat boring and not necessarily useful. I saw it as something as simple as words on a piece of paper, and I didn’t understand what great importance a piece of literature held. I was clueless; to me, English was a class easily I could blow off.
Now moving on to why this silent environment did not help me with learning to read or write. As we found out later in my childhood, I had problems learning reading and writing when it was silent; we found out that I instead must have noises in ... ... middle of paper ... ...dergarten said I would never be able to read and write on the level that I should be able to do so, and in the end I proved them wrong. Now even though living in the silent environment of the deaf world made learning to read and write a lot harder for me, in the end it actually gave me a cool special and unique story of how I learned to develop those skills. This just goes to show you that no matter how long it takes – whether its nine or ten years or maybe even longer – it is a great idea to continue to try and learn to read and write because who knows someone might find a passion and love for either one of the two like I did. Reading and writing is something that is being done everyday and is a big part of our daily lives with working and communicating with other people; whether people realize it or not, this is why learning to read and write well is so important.
He wants everyone to that, it's very easy to not be very discriminated by the way you look but the way your skin color. Mr. King is very descriptive of his words and his meaning for them. He can really make the world change if everyone really did follow. King's reason for the speech is because he is trying to make a difference, he is a very good well taught speaker and he speaks with so much enthusiasm and nothing could really stop him from anything he's doing.His argument is very reasoning to his defence and he eats so many reason to why the work works in its evil ways of discrimination. He wants everyone to that, it's very easy to not be very discriminated by the way you look but the way your skin color.
In addition to this, I never enjoyed high school English courses because the novels and plays we were forced to read were awful and I felt that I didn’t get a chance to express myself the way I wanted to and instead wrote what the teacher wanted to see in order to get a good grade. Despite my initial misgivings, ENG 1020 has changed my perspective on English courses. Prior to the course, I felt I was proficient in all of the learning outcomes described in the syllabus but through hard work and dedication to improving myself, I feel I have improved my skills the most in writing, researching and reflecting. Reading is the one learning outcome I feel I have not improved in. The reason for this is that I believe that I am already a good enough reader to not need improvement.
The reason was that I rarely communicate in English with my family, friends, or teachers because I am usually with my mother. Hence, me and my siblings picked up Hmong more than English since my mother at the time was illiterate and could not encourage me or my siblings to read and practice our literacy skill. Instead my siblings and I were encouraged by our parents on knowing how to read and write in Hmong. My parents enrolled me and my younger siblings to an afterschool program to learn Hmong because they wanted us to be educated and know where our linage came from. Hence, being stuck in between two languages was a concerned for me because both languages were different and did not correlate with each other.
I started having to read many books that I could care less about. It continued through high school about not caring about the pointless process of writing papers and reading books. It also carried with me as I took the ACT. I wasn’t strong in the subject because I hadn’t pushed myself to learn the material. I never cared to learn grammar when it came to writing papers.
I haven’t done a lot of writing in the past. However, the writing I have done has just been for my school. I have never liked writing so I kept writing only to what I needed to write for school. But the kinds of writing I have done are reports, autobiographies, and writing about people from history. I never wanted to do my writing assignments like I was supposed to, which didn’t help me learn how to write.
From early on, I knew English would be my kryptonite. I was never interested in the subject and the books assigned along with the endless research papers made me resent the “boring” subject even more. It seemed as though many of my teachers in the past did not care for our feelings towards the material we covered or how we grew as readers and writers. We had no say in what we wanted to do or what we wanted to get out of the class. I understand that we had standards and certain things we needed to cover by the end of the year, but it would have been helpful if the teachers cared about what we wanted to learn, not only about reading and writing, but about ourselves as well.
All I know is that writing the poems that I once did is difficult to do and I seldom do it. Can I blame that on my high school teachers? When they told me how to write and what to write? Or must the blame fall on me? Or is there no one to blame?