In Elementary School when I was learning how to read and write I experience what felt like the worst days of my childhood. I will never forget those days because I felt worthless and didn’t believe that I would make it through school. My first grade teacher at Fultondale Elementary School started noticing that it was difficult for me to read and write, so she pulled me aside from all the other students to see what I was doing wrong. As this continued I felt more and more like an outcast to my classmates. I remember the teacher calling my parents one day to set up a conference about what strategies they could use at school and home to help me grasp the contents of both reading and writing.
Kindergarten was the worst. I remember I had a teacher drag me out of class by my sweater to the Principles office because I wasn’t doing what was asked but I didn’t understand her instructions, plus on the way to the office I pushed her hand off my sweater which got me “Apple Room” for 2 days. I had a lot of trouble developing my English, my speaking and comprehension, as also my readings were decent, but I had a hard time developing my writing. I don't remember anything, about elementary school besides that situation I had with the teacher. All my middle school years I was in ESL classes, at the time, I didn't know what it meant and didn't care either as all my classmates were Hispanic and also my teachers knew how to speak Spanish.
Along with those classes, I have had many teachers help me find a newfound love and hate for the subject. Freshman year was my toughest, most unproductive, year by far. The teacher assigned papers that were pointless and she chose books that interest her. Much of the work she assigned was busy work, she did not care if we grew as writers or if we understood the concept behind the assignment. After a month, I was looking for a way out, I bit off more than I was able to chew.
Therefore, I can say that my personal sea of stories was different from my peers. I do not have the brightest literacy experience since I grew up in a traditional Hmong family and we lack the advantages to our literacy because my parents were never taught that reading
Throughout the entire assignment I was complaining to my mom that “this is a waste of time” and “I hate reading”. Throughout the rest of elementary school and middle school my views on literature have gotten progressively more negative. While in the fourth grade my teacher Mrs. Monohan announced that the class would need to read a book, make a diorama and present it to the class, it was easy to hear people
I and my parents had a big fight about the grades that I had and the school even had us sat in the parent center to reconcile our problem with a psychologist. After the talk between my parent, the psychologist, and me, my parents seems changed, they don’t restrain me anymore like before. Even though I still thought that education is not important, but I started working hard to make up all the classes that I failed to get my high school diploma because I realized the hope that they put on me and I don’t want them to be disappointed again. During my senior year of high school, I did not only take six classes, but also working on a program called Cyber High to retake all my failed classes with high grades, and also take extra class to average up my GPA in order to meet graduate requirements.
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.
Math was always confusing to me no one could really get through to me about how it really worked, my parents even started paying for tutoring at this tutoring place and we stopped because she couldn 't get through to me either. I had one good year in math freshman year I had it all together I was getting A’s and B’s left and right the assistant teacher just knew I knew how to do it. It all just fell apart after that year geometry, I couldn’t handle geometry I always dangled on the edge of a C in that class I needed to keep that up, because my parents would have grounded me for the whole summer if I got a D so I did my best to keep a C. The fist final of the year, it wasn’t easy, but the test we took before we did in groups so I had people who knew what they were doing to help me through it was an easy B which boosted my grade enough to get a C for my final grade in the first semester which saved me from my parents grounding me. It was going pretty bad I had homework assignments that I didn’t do because most nights I would just get a headache and just fall asleep because I didn 't understand how to do it. I still had to do the study guide and the other study guides so I didn’t get it all done, I wasn’t studying and the night before the final I studied as hard as I could because I knew what I needed to get a C so I studied as much as I
In the first week of school Mrs. Miller assigned everyone in the class a math partner, someone who we would spend the semester working on in-class assignments. When I found out that I would be working with Robert all semester I did not know what to think. I was not particularly skilled in algebra, and I assumed that Robert would not be smart either. This was the first thing way that Robert proved me wrong. I think that Robert knew that I was scared of him.
While in class during an essay in high school, my head would start to hurt from the stress, I was always afraid I would write something that sounded like a 1st grader wrote it. I always thought to myself, the sooner this will be done the sooner I can relax. Finishing a 3-page essay in 20 minutes is almost unheard of, but not for me back then. I was a nervous wreck when it came to English just a few years ago. I had zero confidence.