Fortunately, She told me not worry shell give me two weeks to make them up. That fixed my first problem, but what I noticed next was that there were a lot of unfamiliar faces. Usually starting off in class you know at least one person at my high school, but in this class I didn’t even know one. It was an anxious feeling. To try and make the situation better, I tried to converse with some of the students after class, but none of them were willing to even respond.
I was hoping that in the final there would be a connection but there never was. During class we had to submit hand written paragraph summaries of what happened in class. Meaning if you miss class you were missing out on easy points. So when I had to sign up for rpw 210, I was not ready for another semester of a useless class. The first day I walked in just hoping the teacher was an easy grader and it would be quick.
I could feel myself starting to sweat because I knew the other kids were judging me. The other two boys that were in my group laughed and said “Do you even know how to read?” At that very instant I knew that I would never get better at reading and I was always going to be the odd one out at school. I was afraid of going back to school after what happened to me on the first week of this new school. Mrs. Hattershide (my teacher) said that I would have to be in another class to get extra help with reading and writing until I was told I didn’t need it anymore. This “extra class” was called an IEP, which means Individuated Education Program.
Interns are not generally invited to help with conferences, but I was fortunate enough to start with a manager who "(looked) as if (he were) playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by (his) own." In school I broke away from the crowd a little more obviously. After individual debates in English class our teacher invited us to debate the different topics as a class. One of these topics was where our "new" school should be located. I was the only one in my class who didn't agree with the bond being presented to the public.
There were no papers or creative projects that I had grown accustomed to in the non AP classes. I believe my parents saw this as a test for me to see if I could handle a college level course. They were consistently on me about my progress in this course. I really enjoyed the class, and he was a fantastic and knowledgeable teacher, but I always felt nervous and anxious about failing an exam. I struggled on my first exam because I was always thinking about what my parents would do if I failed an exam.
When I was in third grade, my teacher always required use to rent out a book every week. I never enjoyed reading because I always felt it was forced, so I would check out a book and never read it. Until one time my teacher asked why I haven 't been doing the A.R reading test and I told her I don 't enjoy reading. My teacher told me to take the whole week to find a book to read so I can take a test. Once I did that, my love for reading began and recently has been coming back after a lost of love for reading.
Reflection essay In the beginning of this class I had my doubts, I was unsure, confused, and discouraged. I decided to take it anyway. This would be my second time taking English 1301, you would think I would have learned my lesson and go to the physical campus to take English the second time around. The first time I took English I learned absolutely nothing I wrote so many papers and read a full book and I finished that class with a bad grade and no confidence. I can definitely say this class was different, very different I enjoyed every assignment.
I can remember sitting in my AP Calculus class senior year of high school and seeing the majority of my classmates with their heads down on the desks. It is pretty safe to assume that if someone asked any one of the students in this class about their experience in AP Calculus, many of them would say that they learned nothing and it was all the teachers fault. The blame would be put on the teacher because she ‘couldn’t teach.’ In essay three, I wrote that “my teacher explained that she was going to teach to the test” which was very upsetting and none of the students did well on the actual exam. I want to clarify that even though she taught to the exam, she still taught the material very well. Therefore, I would have to disagree with the
The morning of August 25, I woke up with a feeling of dread. It was official, I was a college student and I had to attend my first serious English class. Despite the fact that I always did somewhat decent in my English classes in high school, I always loathed attending them. I always managed to come up with some type of excuse and skip it as much as possible. But now, skipping a class would be like throwing away my money.
As I entered the big white classroom, my footsteps echoing through the huge space ahead, and I saw uncountable eyes staring at me, I knew already this wasn't a good start. I'd arrived late, at my first day of school, and that seemed not to cause a good impression on my other classmates. I first had to take my brother to his classroom and assure myself he was right before I headed towards my biggest fear these past days. I was still standing astonished at the entrance of the class when my teacher spoke my name out loud, and I could already sense the giggles from the back of the class. "Autumn Miller" he pronounced it out and clear so everyone could listen, exactly what I didn't want right then.