Language Reflection

The turmoil of language has been a roller coaster ride for the past thirteen years, as well as, at one point in primary school. I was an exceptional writer in high school. I was an average writer but was profoundly awful at comprehension this had me baffled. In addition, I began to reflect on why I detested language so much so I took into consideration about my teachers, were they effective teachers? Can I be the problem? Is it because I do not like to read? Did I listen and paid attention? Or was I just lazy? What is it? After some reasoning, I understood that my experiences with Language varied because of inadequate teachers, a low attention span, and simply my lack of strong effort when writing an essay. Firstly, over the years in high school, I consistently obtained lazy, miserable, and erroneous teachers. They would either give me copies of paper and somehow expected me to figure the work on my own. The only way I can obtain knowledge is if either write it down or by

I concluded that it is strenuous for me because of the amount of time, energy and the deliberation of ideas and inspection that needs to be incorporate in an essay. For example: in an essay, you must have a thesis, a marvelous body map, great vocabulary, superb punctuation marks, etc. I’m also petrified to get fallacious grades so it’s added pressure to develop a well put essay. Another logic would be my habit of procrastination. Yes, I admit, sometimes I would complete my essays the day before only for the sake of a grade and if I were to get a “C” I would be overjoyed. In fact, I would choose to do anything before an essay for example: cleaning the whole house or do other assignments from a different class. Lastly, I couldn’t come up with a spectacular place where I could be motivated to write. Well, not until I entered 017, I found out that I write great when I’m listening to