From early on, I knew English would be my kryptonite. I was never interested in the subject and the books assigned along with the endless research papers made me resent the “boring” subject even more. It seemed as though many of my teachers in the past did not care for our feelings towards the material we covered or how we grew as readers and writers. We had no say in what we wanted to do or what we wanted to get out of the class. I understand that we had standards and certain things we needed to cover by the end of the year, but it would have been helpful if the teachers cared about what we wanted to learn, not only about reading and writing, but about ourselves as well.
In my mind, I never really liked trying to explain in full detail what something meant. Back in high school, my teachers always wanted me to explain my writing in such depth that a kindergartener would understand why Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. Trying to explain my writing was always very tiring. I often would get bored trying to explain and just stop writing and do something else for a while. Most of the time in high school I didn’t like writing.
I always prefer writing my paper on Word document because I have a terrible handwriting. When I was young, I did learn about beautiful handwriting. However, I’m not very patient, so I don’t like spending too much time on having my handwriting pretty. Therefore, even in elementary school, my handwriting scores were usually the worst. Because of my horrible handwriting, my mother sometimes got upset but I could not improve myself with that.
My Literacy Journey Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated.
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.
Don’t go towards her.” They would make these jokes until about lunch time when my medicine would wear off then they would see a side of me that was completely opposite. When I went into middle school, my grades started to suffe... ... middle of paper ... ... activity with them and I have to tell them no because I still do not have my homework done. They look at me like I am crazy because I have a hard time paying attention while I am doing homework. I hear them talk about how I need to start thinking harder and start being more studious. People talk about how slow I am with my homework.
I feel as though this class has helped me become a more polished and professional writer. When I first entered English 110, I was extremely unsure and lacked confidence in my writing. I believe that this point can be partly attributed to the fact that I had always had my instructors holding my hand and helping me through the writing process in high school. My senior English teacher always reminded us that college would be much more challenging than her class was and then she would go on to tell us stories of professors who gave out zeros for tiny oversights within a paper. This combined with general apprehension about college life left me terrified.
During my high school years I wasn’t that good of a writer. I thought this composition class was going to be hard since I sometimes thought it was hard in high school. My writing experience was good and sometimes bad. This semester in the composition class I had many writing strengths and weaknesses. These strengths and weaknesses is what helped me learn the errors I was making while writing essays this semester.
At the beginning of the year, I felt if I created a good social group, I would feel comfortable at Marquette which would provide an environment in which I would be more likely to succeed academically. Unfortunately, this was where I made my biggest mistake- I did not correctly manage my social activities and student responsibilities. Instead of balancing the two, I prioritized my social life, which led to my current academic situation. Along with my poor study schedule, my sleep schedule was also lacking. Like many college students, I stayed up late socializing and doing last minute homework instead of getting adequate sleep for my early classes.
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.