Personal Narrative Essay

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From the onset of my life, I was never the type of kid to be pinned as the brightest or the most hardworking. This made learning the hardest task for me. As a child, I hated school so much that the thought of going there, seeing teachers that hated me because I was so stoned headed that nothing they taught could penetrate made me sick. The subject I hated the most was English because it included reading and writing. Unlike math which I preferred and was semi-good at, English required me to learn not just how to pronounce advanced vocabularies, but also learn how to spell them which made life hell on earth for me. At the age of 7, when my mate were able to finish at least 100 page of children 's picture book, I was still struggling with first…show more content…
Everything was strange to me. From the way classes were conducted, to the way kids interacted with each other it felt all strange to me. What the teacher expected from the student was far from what I could deliver. Although I spoke English in my country, it was still hard for people to understand what I was saying because of my thick accent. Usually, when I feel like I’m not been understood I always crawl back into my shell but this was different; I was being mocked for it by some ignorant student and when felt teased I’m not the type to back down easily. I tried my hardest to make sure I was no longer teased. Fortunately my ELA (English Language Art) was also an ESL (English Second Language) teacher. She was the type of teacher I waited all my life for, the teacher that had the patient to deal with my stoned headed brain; I guess you could say now I had the zeal to learn. She helped me understood the ways American spelling differed from that of my country which was colonized by the British. She taught me the rules of reading and writing which was necessary to complete the assignment given in class. She also taught me pronunciations and how to spell based on them. She was the best teacher I ever had; she laid the foundation I was missing in my writing skills. All these things she taught me was not during class hours it was after school when I would go to her ESL class just to avoid…show more content…
I was sure in my writing and if I didn’t know how to approach a topic I always went back to her. Regardless of the fact that most student in my grade considered her to be the most annoying and meticulous teacher I considered her to be the best. She was the type that paid attention to details and made sure you delivered nothing but your best. As I moved up grades, my writing kept on improving and it got to a point where I was no long the last in the class, I became one of the top 5 in 100 student in my grade. No one in my family could believe the transformation and the improvement that occurred in me within few years, they were all proud of me and I was also proud of myself. In the 11th grade, I got placed into the college level English 222 class at Lehman College unlike some of my friends that got placed English 111 which was the Basic English and the first level of college
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