Many experiences that did not seem academically oriented but became such because my parents steered them that way by tying them learning. I know these helped me at school - I vividly remember sitting in a first grade class wondering why the other students did not know things I already knew, like how the astronauts came back to Earth after having gone to the moon and that snakes are not out in the winter. I could not understand, all through school, why some people could not remember what we read or learned in class because it all seemed to stick with me. Now I know
I came to understand myself and others better. I better understand prejudice and its causes as well as how widespread prejudice is and how it is reflected in our media and language. I learned how to communicate better, identify conflicts, and resolve conflicts.I learned how cultural and gender differences can affect communication and sometimes hinder it. I found out the cause of Xenophobia and the effect of the oppression related to Xenophobia. I can now better understand the experience of people of color in the US. I can now better understand about the relationships between the European settlers and the Native Americans. I realized that both the Native Americans and slaves were taken advantage of greatly throughout the early history of the
At the beginning of the semester it had been over six years since I had been in an English class, So naturally filled with panic and discomfort with the subject I began the class with low personal expectations. However putting forth my best effort I attempted to take everything presented to me in stride. Things that were problems to begin with were Grammar, Sounding arrogant, according to a pretest, and staying on the subject during a paper. Things that sparked my interest are peer reviews and using the meal plan. With those things being said I’d like to go into further detail about how I’ve felt about my time spent and performance.
Learning to read and write is something we all have experienced. Some experiences being difficult than others. As a kid, I can remember trying to read the daily newspapers, different types of magazines, books, and addresses on mail; basically, I tried reading anything that had words on it. My favorite thing to read were the back of cereal boxes. Nothing made me more excited than sitting at my white and pink Barbie table and chair set eating cereal while eyeballing the back of a cereal box. Only being able to correctly read one or two words, it was the first time I really felt accomplished.
How does an artist create a painting? He or she cannot simply look at a canvas and a picture appear. The artist must be equipped with proper tools to create a masterpiece: paint and brushes. The same can be said about writers. Writers are not born with the knowledge of writing an attractive paper. They must be given tools of writing and shown how to utilize them. Artists and writers without proper tools will be nothing more than blank canvases and empty pages. I used to be a blank canvas, but a teacher gave me the tools I needed, and now I am a polished portrait.
I have matured more as a person and have realized that I need to work hard but understand that it’s okay to give yourself a break sometimes. I often over stressed about my school work and it didn’t benefit me all the time. This project highlighted that I am creative, hardworking, and patient. I had to be creative when I came up with my painting idea and hardworking to get it done. I had to be patient when completing the painting because it took a lot of time and I really wanted them to look good. I learned that donating to your community around you not only benefits that person or group, but also benefits yourself too. I learned that I really like making people happy because it makes me happy and will be volunteering in the
When it comes to writing I have the hardest time in just getting started. I’m a horrible procrastinator and I overthink about my writing before I have even started a sentence. I worry that I will fail to get my point across or sometimes that I have a point at all. I worry that my writing is just a stream of consciousness on paper and that it will confuse any reader unfortunate enough to stumble across my meandering words.
This year alone I have had to learn a lot about health finance, I recently got married and with my husband in the Air Force, I had to learn a lot about Tricare, most of which my mom could not help me with. I searched many of my questions or called the company in my district, which to me knew nothing and couldn’t answer my questions, so learning this material in class gave me a glimpse of the future and the many problems I know I will have.
As I sit here and ponder over the last semester, I smile remembering what my thoughts were before I started. I was excited thinking about joining this semester, noticing that I had English 111 as one of my courses. This will be a breeze I thought. Writing and I go together hand in hand well, and I bet this will be one of my favorite courses that I’ll ace with flying colors. I’ve always enjoyed writing, but I think that was because I didn’t realize what all goes into writing. I have always been homeschooled and never had to write very many essays, although I loved writing. It all changed when I joined this semester and got to write three entirely different essays. I remember almost being in tears, looking at the highlights, when my first essay came back. I smile now, realizing that I never realized all the small little details that are easily overlooked that goes into writing. I don’t think I could have gotten through this semester without “The Little Sea Gull” handbook and the patience and help of Mrs. Wisdom.
When I began middle school I did not enjoy writing. I thought that it was a waste of time, but now I realize that it is a good method of getting my ideas and points across. Now, I enjoy writing and my writing has improved. I think I am good at writing research papers and papers about true stories and events. I could improve on writing fictional stories where I have to come up with my own stories and ideas. Now that my middle school career is coming to a close I look back on my analysis, argument, and narrative essays from the year.
Additionally, I acquired skills that I know will be extremely helpful to me in college. All by myself I was able to learn, how to learn material on my own. Another reason why I am proud of this experience is because I was able to demonstrate to myself that I do have the capability to come up with possible solutions to obstacles that I was facing. I also learned that through perseverance and determination, I am able to still accomplish a part of my goals even in the toughest of
...udy habits, and awesome test taking strategies. I also learned about creative thinking and how it applies to everyday life, as well as active reading as it helps with college level reading. Another thing that I learned a lot about was what exactly what my professors expect of me, and how to decipher what is actually being requested of me in a writing assignment. I also learned how to avoid plagiarism and retain my academic integrity.
Over the course of the semester, I have learned a few things about myself. I have learned that I can be independent, I always knew myself as someone who could do mostly everything on their own. This semester really made me realize how independent I could actually be. Not only have I learned how independent I am I have also realized the importance of time management. With not having a strict class schedule it was a lot different than what I was originally used to. After a few weeks, I learned ways that would work best for me, for example writing down that I needed to get done. I learned that I need to focus on what 's ahead of me to accomplish what I want to succeed in, to manage what needs to be done ahead of time to stay caught up.