At the beginning of the semester my outlook on this course was not so good. I was not looking forward to giving speeches or learning things that seemed like common sense, but as time went on I could tell that I was actually taking things away from it. I have learned that I am not so good at coming up with things to say under pressure and I get extremely nervous when I have to talk in front of people that I don’t know well. Oh wait, I already knew those things. This class has motivated me to strengthen my social skills and has also taught me how to effectively work in a team environment through the team communication consultant project.
Entering English Comp one, I had fears of what the class would be like. I realized that I had many weaknesses, but it was not till the end of the class that I learned my strengths. When I first entered Comp one I was very nervous. Everyone had told me that Mrs. Garth was a really tough teacher, therefore; that kinda made me second guess my opinion to take the class. When we started writing I learned that my main weakness was getting my point across while staying on topic.
I needed an outlet from the pointless assignments which inevitably turned into me writing my own short stories and blogs. Although I did not learn much about writing from this unproductive class, I learned a lot about myself. I found my passion. By the end of the year, I was ready to go into regular English, but in the back of my mind I knew I had to at least see what the next year was like. I felt as though I went through hell and back with the previous class, how much worse could the next be?
This knowledge includes narrowing down my audience and the importance of peer reviews. It’s just that I had some misconceptions about myself. I had this idea that every paper I submitted was perfect. I thought I wouldn’t need to revise them but the more I looked into it, the more I realized I was horribly wrong. You see, the thing that my English teacher had forgotten to tell me was that revision isn’t wrong.
I believe this failure stemmed from me confusing my passion for chemistry with ability, which resulted in me not working very hard in the course. I did not pay attention to lectures, do the homework or attend office hours when I needed extra assistance. I made the mistake of underestimating my college courses and believing they would be as lenient high school classes. The unexpected failing grades I received in these classes forced me to stop and really think about my behavior this semester and where I had gone
When signing up for a course as a transfer you don’t quite always know what you are getting into. Consequently, this led to me being blindsided the moment I walked into English 202 and had to get back into the swing of things. At the beginning of the semester it seemed like it would be easy, however, I learned quickly that it wasn’t going to get easier, and while though out the semester I improved in my writing on my essays, it wasn’t without its struggles. After making it look easy, there was a lot of work put into each assignment to pull off something that didn’t come naturally to me, often I had trouble grasping any outward looking theory which might allude to the fact that I am more of an inward looking theorist. As well, each week the
When this first semester started, I did not enjoy writing, the process, the grading, and just writing itself. I did not consider myself a good writer, but I knew that I was decent. Most of my papers were decent and I received average and above average grades on them. Even though I received good grades I still did not consider myself a good writer. When entering this class, WRTG 120, I was terrified that it would be a difficult class and that I would have a hard time.
I was finally glad my hard work had paid off. However the transition from middle school into high school did not sit well with me and I truly struggled in a few of my classes to the point of my father feeling compelled to help me study. My father was and still is a busy man, but he made time to explain different complicated concepts, come to school to see the midterms and finals I had taken, to then look at and discuss with me what happened. Although I was and am very appreciative of his love and compassion to want me to succeed, I felt worthless. No matter how hard I worked, I was “average.” Fast forwarding to junior year, in my honors pre-calculus class I had one of the oldest, most feared teachers in my high school who happened to love both of my brothers.
As the day progressed, I became accustomed to these painfully boring activities which happened in every single class, and worst of all I still couldn’t remember anyone's name. Fortunately enough, before I would cracked after having to do name games the school day was over. I was over the top excited that the weekend had arrived, but then it hit me: If I don’t make an attempt to talk to people this day will repeat like a broken tape
On the bright side, sophomore year 's homework wasn 't as vigorous as senior year. I have found myself not caring too much about my grades this year and missing more school than I ever could have imagined. Although I have faced these struggles, I made better use of my planner when I did miss school. I only used my planner for my senior English class, because it was the class with the most work. Each week, we would take a day to write down our weekly schedule, so even when I missed two weeks of school, I knew what work I missed the day I got back.