Reflective Essay English

I became very self-conscience about writing. I never let anybody see my paper. I would just write it then edit it myself and turn it in. Even though I made A’s in my English classes, I still didn’t like what I had to write. The only thing I did like writing about was creative things.

Throughout middle school and the past two years of high school, when a teacher would announce that we had to write a research paper or an essay, the first thoughts to come to my mind are usually, “Oh no, I’m going to fail. I’m an awful writer. What am I going to do?” These fretful thoughts, more often than not, lead to my procrastination. Needles to say, I’ve adopted some bad habits when it comes to my writing process as well as a fear of writing. While I enjoy writing, I wouldn’t consider myself to be a great, or even good, writer, especially not when it comes to assigned writing.

Little did she know that she would be walking around helping just about every student, try to find research. She finally realized that we was confused and she had to waste a few days of class time to teach us how to properly find research. Looking back at my very first research paper, I am ashamed to say that I wrote it. The research paper was full of mistakes, ranging from just everyday mistakes to not citing my writing the right

These strengths and weaknesses is what helped me learn the errors I was making while writing essays this semester. My first writing weakness was deciding what to write about. I had to read the essay topic over and over again to understand what it was asking for. I would worry that I wouldn’t understand the topic correctly. While writing the essay I was scared to get out of topic and write about something else I wasn’t supposed to write about.

Although I was a growing teenager my life at one point was not all that fast paced, exciting or containing a multitude of adventures. I would constantly become bored talking to people in the present or with whatever I was doing at that time. I had begun to text people just because I could. I would have absolutely no reason to be texting a friend from school how she was doing just because I was just too lazy to find an activity or two for me. I think about my essays and wonderful English teachers because there were days in which I decided that writing the essay or reading these five chapters was a bit too hard for myself.

Last year my rhetoric and professional writing class was dreaded. No one took it seriously. If you looked around the room most students were on their phones. The teacher tried but gave up half- way through the semester, making the class more difficult to attend. When it came to readings, we read short stories that had no meaning.

Now that I am in college people have told me to not summarize my paper in my introduction. This requires even more creativity and thought to create an introduction, which I can never seem to think of. This also applies to my conclusions as well on how they must be so complicated. When writing an introduction and or conclusion there are suppose to be all different techniques to help write them but I can never apply any of them to what I am writing so they rarely help me. Also depending on the class I am writing for determines how difficult it is for me to write an introduction and conclusion.

As I grew up I did not like the material that had to be read or the papers that was required to be written; but since I knew the work had to be done accurately in order for me to pass the class I learned to tolerate the subject. Throughout high school, the English courses were very time consuming and over whelming resulting in me disliking the subject even more. The assignments and readings that were usually given took up the majority of my time; this resulted in work from my other courses being left unfinished. My last two years of school consisted of research papers and in class compositions. But nothing compared to the tedious work that I encountered my junior and senior year when I decided to challenge myself by taking AP English courses.

This assignment came at the end of the semester where I still found myself being challenged with new concepts. I thought it was going to be impossible to write a monologue in first person from a person I have never met. At first I was skeptical, but then after sifting through TIME magazine and researching the time period I was able to bring everything together. Then came digging deep to find the confidence to read it aloud in front of the class. Nonetheless it was a divergent assignment that allowed myself to expand from simple essay writing and delve

I guess you could say no one in my family is really outstanding academically. Being bad at reading and writing, (but mostly reading) made me think that I was never going to be successful in my future life. Five years later flew by; in the 7th grade I got taken out of my English class everyday because of my IEP, and my helper teacher helped me with whatever I needed. She read and explaine... ... middle of paper ... ...to him one on one and all he had to say to me was good things. He said, “Evie, you have made a huge progress this year.