As a writer, I think that I am not as good as I thought I was back in high school. I see myself as a student who tries their best, but makes “B” average work. I have never really taken the time to relate to my papers. I always just wrote what the teacher wanted and handed it in. In my mind, I never really liked trying to explain in full detail what something meant.
Also, I have never been good at coming up with words that sound good together and I don’t like to write. I am also not confident with my writing I never think it’s good. Getting started... ... middle of paper ... ...hey can’t do the subject anymore. Especially when the child really feels like they are good at that subject or studies really hard for the test. Writing isn’t for everyone I know it’s not for me.
Because I had a teacher who was willing to help when in need, English 111 wasn’t as hard as others portrayed it to be. I had a good professor, peers, and the writing center to help me with this class. I hope to continue to be successful in the second part of the course. Although I do not enjoy writing essays this is an essay I enjoyed writing.
I enjoy reading once I get into a book I think is very interesting, but for the most part, when I read I get very distracted. It is very hard for me to concentrate and actually retain what I am reading if it is something I need to do, or not really interested in. Sometimes I need to read things over a few times to actually comprehend it. But if I am reading a book that I find interesting, I find it easier to read. I think this class has helped me realize that the
I dislike being told what to do, only for creative proposes because how can I be creative if I have a certain criteria that I need to fill. Because of my lazy skills, the thing that I need to work on is to put more energy and work on to my essay. Since for essays, I normally put little to no effort in them because I didn’t like to write essays, plus I couldn’t type quickly so it was a drawn out process. By improving on those, I’ll improve in essays. For my Definition Essay or all so known as the Top Ten Lists, this shows me trying to improve on my writing skills.
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?
Ever since I had to start writing and reading, I’ve never been good at it. Mainly it was because I lacked interest in those subjects. That essay I wrote at the beginning of the semester, taught me that writing is just about words on paper. There is much more than that now. I learned that I can enjoy writing by putting my self-imagination onto paper, and letting other people learn from my own experiences.
Just before my junior year I had an epiphany. A revelation that changed my entire thinking about school and life. Ever since that moment I have strived for excellence. To go from a 2.0 grade point average my freshman and sophomore years to a 4.0 my junior year, I had to discard the ways that were holding me back. I would no longer drink, party, or stay out late with friends.
Another smart goal I have is to achieve at least a 3.5 G.P.A all four years. The way I can achieve this is to stop procrastinating for one, and to devote at least an hour and a half of study time over the course of a few days to better improve my grades. Many people in my family throughout my years in school have constantly told me that if I just studied for one hour everyday, I would easily get good grades, and of course I didn 't listen until the end of my high school years, and when I did it helped a lot. Lastly, a goal outside of the classroom I have during college, is to find a good CNA job for me. Last year I took a certified nursing class at Washburn Tech, and I loved it.
The advantages I was given served both to help me start ahead of others and stay ahead in life, and to cripple me once I had traveled through those first two decade’s worth of rites of passage. I have long known that having so many opportunities had simply paralyzed my ability to pick one of them. While I know that my grade school friends were raised in the same environment as I, I have always wondered why they dove quickly and headfirst into their careers while I spent a decade trying to make up my mind. This introductory psychology course is the final prerequisite course I take before I begin medical school in less than one month. While I would have liked to have made this career decision ten years ago, I am glad to have experienced and learned all that I have in my life, for those experiences serve to solidify my resolve in having chosen my future career.