This semester was a headache because I was going through the transition from high school to college. I was learning new things and I lacked the traits a college students needs to have in order to do well. I know now that my next semester will defiantly go smoothly, because I now believe I have the traits a college student should contain thanks to my Professors!
With high school everyone helps you with putting you in the classes you belong in and making sure you stay on track. I can relate to Melanie’s first impression of college being unfamiliar, scary and life changing in college fear factor. When I started my first semester it was a lot different than what I was used to going from a one on one studying experience back to a classroom full of students. Melanie states, “Individuals well outside the ‘traditional’ college age range also spoke of the stress of assuming the responsibilities of college” (24). Melanie’s point is that students of all ages experience some anxiety when first attending
I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room. I got an A on my homework, but that A didn 't matter anymore I hurt my mom. Kids with parents who cannot speak English suffer a lot from having to do their homework on their own, this affects us in our academic growth and self-esteem. I grew up tutoring myself new words, I had to purchase my first dictionary at age 12 in order to learn new words and not feel dumb in class. My mom would come around and ask if I needed help (after that argument we had) I would say no with a smile on my face just to reassure her I knew what I was doing, but I really had no
I am responsible for registering for the classes, I need to take, meeting with a counselor, paying for me fees, and ordering my parking permit. College is a lot of pressure because it can really determine my future. If you do not succeed in college then it’s my fault, my money and time that is wasted. I can relate to Melanie’s first impression of college being unfamiliar, scary and life changing in college fear factor. When I started my first semester it was a lot different than what I was used to going from a one on one studying experience back to a class room full of students.
My college advisor advised me of how intensive the workload is compared to the class done in the classroom. Nevertheless, I put on my big girl pants and enrolled. Though the class was tough, I learned so much than I thought was possible. I learned the importance of writing and I feel if I continue to work on my writing skills, it will make me a better writer in the future. As I stated in my previous reflective essay, I hated writing in grade school.
Mrs. Garza would sit with us and we’d read different stories and that was how we improved. I was definitely an over-achiever back then when it came to school. Reading was so interesting to me. ... ... middle of paper ... ... greatest moment of achievement so far in life is graduating high school. There were days in high school that I didn’t know what my future held because I found many obstacles and didn’t know how I was going to overcome them.
I was distracted my first two years of high school because of course, there had been many changes in my life. But once junior year came, it all changed. Teachers started talking about colleges more often and even though I had been distracted before, I still wanted to have a future for myself. It had become harder for me to stay focused in school because things were getting worse at home, a lot worse. I got to the point to where I told my librarian, Mrs. McMillan, a person who I trust completely, and she went by protocol and reported the situation.
Ending this class I feel some what satisfied because although I may not have gotten the read I expected and coming in I was scared I'm satisfied because I got to understand where I go wrong in my writing and the feedback that was given for every essays we did is very helpful and it lets me know what to fix and what I need to improve on as a writer and reading which is gonna to come in handy when I go to college after graduating high school next year. As a reader from the starting of this course to the ending of this course I have come across many vocabulary I've never seen or heard of and so I can say my vocabulary has increased a little. As a writer my writing has improved not as much as I want it to be regardless I feel as from when I started to now I've had a breakthrough because now when I am writing I know what to do and what not to do which I think is an improvement because before I would just write just to write but now before I write I gather my thoughts and ideas first and the flow of my writing has to flow well when I write I also make sure now when I write to make sure everything is not long and
Growing up throughout school I realized that I excelled in history and literature, and when ever the season of class registration arrived I always compacted my future schedule with history and literature classes along with the minimum requiremen... ... middle of paper ... ...nt in time I am deeply ashamed and distraught about who I was as a student last semester. I am uncertain about the effectiveness of my study habits at this point in time, but I can clearly say that last semester's study habits were quite ineffective. In high school my habits where quite effective but not here at the University of Texas. I am trying to find a new method this semester, and am currently working on formulating a new method. One that actually works, for now I just have been working hard to complete my daily task and studying rigorously for all my classes.
I thought I would not get much out of this class. I had the mindset that I would just be writing more boring analytical essays like I did in high school. I came to like English more than I did when I came in because I realized that writing was one of the most important skills a person could have in their professional career. One of my favorite lines I thought I wrote this semester came from my reflective narrative, “CRASH! There goes the antique vase on my family’s mahogany table as it hurls down onto the floor, breaking into millions of pieces as my parents purposefully whacked it off the table.