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.
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.
My senior year I took AP English, so this required a lot of books. Thinking back to that year of school I remember finishing maybe one or two of those books. Although, I didn’t read all of those books, I still got a good grade in the class. One thing I did learn from that class about not reading all the books was reading the summaries is not good enough because, they leave out all the
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.
I think about my essays and wonderful English teachers because there were days in which I decided that writing the essay or reading these five chapters was a bit too hard for myself. This was a huge mistake not only because my grade suffered, but because I had lost the motivation to do those homework assignments or to even help finish a chemistry or biology lab that was due at the end of
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 would start to feel anxious and nervous that I wouldn’t get into any college just because of how bad and ridiculous my essays were. After some time just sitting there and just rambling , I would finally have at least a page or page in a half to send off until I had my english teacher or mom look over it. I seemed to always get the same expression or chuckle from them. They would give me the look of “you’ve got to be kidding me.” It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, I had to constantly explain to them writing essays was not for me. The bad thing was this was how it always was for me when I wrote essays or paragraphs or even letters.
In this class you actually write a journal first, pretty much a rough draft and you submit it for a grade, not in every class you get to do this. This is what helped me get better grades on my essays because then I know what I need to work on. In other classes you do your rough draft, but you do not get to submit it. You check your work yourself and most of the time you miss the mistakes you made or sometimes you’re unaware that you made a mistake in the first
I was always struggling with my behavior and focusing in class due to my ADHD. I never accepted the fact that I had ADHD until I was graduating high school. Throughout my elementary education my parents and teachers were always pushing me to go into separate classrooms for tests and activities where there would be less
As I grew up I did not like the material that had to be read or the papers that was required to be written; but since I knew the work had to be done accurately in order for me to pass the class I learned to tolerate the subject. Throughout high school, the English courses were very time consuming and over whelming resulting in me disliking the subject even more. The assignments and readings that were usually given took up the majority of my time; this resulted in work from my other courses being left unfinished. My last two years of school consisted of research papers and in class compositions. But nothing compared to the tedious work that I encountered my junior and senior year when I decided to challenge myself by taking AP English courses.