AP Class Reflective Essay

At the start of the semester I struggle using the APA format and it showed in my essays.

As I walk into the school, I take a deep breath repeating the words “I can do this, I’ve done it before.” Laying my paper down to the table, the woman gives me the okay to head up to room 222. Walking up the stairs I could feel my heartbeat pound harder and harder, as if I had an elephant pounding on my chest. Realizing this was my last chance to take this test before I started applying to colleges, made my stress level rise uncontrollably.

I decided to take AP Language and Composition due to the requirements of the University of Iowa. For my intended major, I need two rhetoric classes and one literature class. Last year I completed the literature class which improved my reading ability tremendously. After completing ENG 105, I have improved in multiple areas, but I am most proud of my improvement on the writing volume and stamina as I now have the ability to write college level essays. When examining all of the competencies, I have not mastered any one of them, but have improved in multiple categories throughout the semester.

I walked up to the red line and positioned my left leg behind my right. I coughed as loudly as I could to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, people started to stop talking and stared at me with curiosity. I paced back and forth trying to decide which teacher I was going to pie in the face.

In the beginning of my junior year, I had signed up for one of the most intimidating classes in my high school, AP chemistry. While I took chemistry honors, I heard rumors about the AP course and seen homework packets that overwhelmed me to the point of removing the class from next year’s schedule. However, out of impulsiveness, I decided it was time for a challenge and put the course back on my schedule. When I received my summer assignment for the course, I felt confused and regretful about the decision I had made. My commitment to not fail the class the first week back from break forced me to focus on the time-consuming homework. From my struggle, I managed to finish the packet on time. The school year began, and one of the first lessons

During my first few months here at Bethel I have learned quite a bit about writing. I have learned about APA writing skills, punctuation, paragraphs and time management thus far. College writing is different than what I did in high school so it has taken some learning for sure.

It may have taken me three years, but I actually appreciate that teacher now. It sounds crazy because why would I appreciate the man who ruined my perfect record? Because I needed it ruined and it was not his fault, it was mine. I needed the ego deflation it brought and I needed to know what that B felt like. During my time at Memorial, I have had that teacher three times and every time I’ve had him, I have received a grade below an A. I don’t resent him for it though, I appreciate

It is a warm fall day and I’m getting ready to take the ACT’s. The time is six forty-five am and I am just waking up to get ready for the test. The very first thing I do to get ready is shower, and once I’m done I put on sweatpants and a t-shirts so that way I’m relaxed. I eat a big breakfast so that way I don’t get as hungry throughout the day. I then continue by getting in my car and drive to the school to take the test. I then proceed to check in, and they check me in a then direct me to the classroom in which I will be taking my test. I’m now in my seat waiting to be given the test and I know that I am ready for the test because I have prepared. There are many steps a person can take to successfully prepare him or herself for standardized

Although I worked late into the night on countless occasions studying for my A.P. Calculus class, sometimes struggling to wrap my head around complicated ideas and difficult equations, when the final grades for first semester came out, I had only earned a B plus in the subject. Instead of being devastated,

Anxiously waiting in math class to receive my grade back, I sat in my chair. I gazed around the room, only to find the rest of my class feeling the same way. This was the day we were given back our test, and this was not just a regular test. This was the test that could make your B turn into an A, with just one high grade. I don’t usually get this nervous to get a test or quiz back, but this was the last test of the marking period, and the most important one. I was seated in the front of the class, meaning I was going to get my test first.

I vividly remember sitting in the biology classroom, taking my time with the exam and trusting that all of the answers would pop into my brain. I hadn’t even finished the test when I could hear the bell ring to signal the end of the class. Panicking, my pencil dashed to fill in answers that I hadn’t been able to complete while I requested extra time after school to finish the test. My teacher was not the type to grant extra time, and I reluctantly handed her the atrocity that was my first test. I believed that I was doomed for the rest of the year.

Nervous and fearful, I had slowly walked the two feet from the bottom of the aisle to the center of the theater. There was no turning back anymore. I had already walked down ten rows and giving up would have been a complete waste of my twenty-five seconds. I stopped. I turned around and faced my audience. The upperclassmen seemed like hungry beasts. I seemed like a little rabbit. But there was no turning back.

rarely looked down at my paper to recall any points for my speech, as a result of my time spent

Waiting anxiously and sweaty hands. “Ready, set-- go!” the teacher announces as she starts the timer.The second the teacher said go pencil in hand, I flipped the paper and starting answering questions one by one. A minute later there I sat in my brown wooden desk, hands shaking, “can we correct them right now?” I asked. I was anxious to hear if I

Taking English classes favor a lot of students, especially those whose native language is not English. It is proven that international students who study English in an American school learn more much grammar and writing skills than Americans themselves. It is just the fact in every language. For example, I am from Saudi Arabia and my native language is Arabic: if I was asked to write a formal essay in Arabic I would not be able to write it. The reason that I don’t have the eagerness because I feel it is my first language and I don’t need to learn about my language’s grammar or writing skills. This applies to many native speakers. However, I am very interested in English language since I was 16 years old. Coming to the United Stated pursuing a bachelor degree requires very professional English skills, most importantly, Writing skills. I am taking WAC. 107 course for this fall 2016 semester: this course has evolved my skills in writing, grammar -mistakes-free-, and a lot more. I would mention in my essay the very important lessons I have learned in this course including- but not excluding – the change in my critical thinking, the course objectives that I have reached, the lessons and activities that were the most useful to me, and the changes that I would make for this semester.