Flying through the air the change of season from summer to fall can be felt with the cool breeze that hit my face, the wood chips from the playground dig into my knees as I achieve my farthest jump from the swing set yet. As I get up and dust the left-over wood off my pants I see my parents walking toward me with Mrs. Read behind them. They approach me with kind smiles, but worried eyes. I see my last spelling test in Mrs. Read’s hand and as usual I see all the red pen marks on it as well. Of course, it is common for a third grader to make spelling errors but not to my extent. I thought this parent teacher conference was going to end just like all the rest with me apologizing and saying I will try harder next time, but no today was different; as they all start explaining to me that I am going to be given a few tests over the next couple of days. But as soon as I heard tests. What did I do? Worry. Because I hated English and I was pretty sure English hated me. It was probably because English and I didn’t start off on best terms; what I mean is that when I was barely starting to speak the only person that would talk to me all day was my grandma and she spoke in the only language she knew how which was Spanish. Surely if I wanted to be able to respond to her i had to learn her language and that is what I did. Naturally English was just always a second thought in my mind. When I thought of English it was not English it was, ingles. So when learning to spell it was hearing the
I failed AP English. I had missed the second quarter of the school year, almost completely, due to… technical difficulties. I got discharged from the hospital mid-February, and for the remainder of junior year, the majority of my waking thoughts revolved around passing 11th grade. With motivational speeches coming at me from my parents, friends, and teachers, I began to believe I had a chance of passing the year. I did my best, which apparently was not enough. My teacher had picked up on my tremendous amount of effort, and on the last day of school, bumped my grade up to a low D — just enough to pass. I was not exactly about to put my grade on display or anything, but I passed! Technically. This is not one of the underdog-who-succeeded stories. The real success for me was (look away, it’s cliché) realizing my best was enough. I sound disgusting.
On 23Nov16 at 1026 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, received a voicemail from Dewayne regarding the incident.
Slowly, other sixth graders started filing in. Tristen slumped into the seat next to me and Marcus Eastman to her right. There was of chatter for the first few minutes, but as everyone was logging in, the room fell silent. The only noise heard was the sound of 20 students clicking their mouses. One-by-one, everyone finished their tests. I was the third to finish, after Sabrina, who hadn’t tested on a chapter book, and Sebastian, who I’m sure just tested on a random one. I scored ten out of ten and walked to the book return and tossed Hatchet in. Then, I roamed the library, searching for a new
Due to various medical advancements and larger generation sizes, the number of individuals reaching old age continues increase in the United States. With advancing age, individuals experience normal changes in language, memory, and hearing. Additionally, cognitive disorders and other diseases, such as stroke, dementia, and traumatic brain injury, are more likely to occur in the elderly and can cause language deficits and impairments. Due to the increase in elderly individuals and the various changes in language that occur as individual age, it is important to understand the changes that occur and how these changes affect the lives of the elderly.
In this form, the narrator has used a greater amount of diction one might use to talk to themselves, in a sort of internal monologue. The validity of these first person structures as representations of "fiction" are questioned by Martin, he feels that the type of structure "implicitly claims it is about the real world"(142). Structures of narration that utilize the third person tend to avoid such claims of absolute truth.
English is one of the hardest subjects ever to me! Yes, I speak it, but there’s actually a lot more to it. I enjoy writing things that happen in my life that I relate to! I really don’t like writing research papers. Those papers are very boring and I get easily distracted. You have to worry about using things such as: periods, commas, independent causes, dependent causes, verbs, nouns, etc. There’s has been many uprising events that can relate to how I write today.
Finally, the dreaded day arrived. Now, I must confess that the only clear memories I have of that school day is coloring in my schedule and watching a magic trick performed by my science teacher during the first block. Once I came home, I found my mother waiting in the kitchen with snacks, smiles, and an intense attentiveness to my face. “How was your day?” she asked me in her heavily accented English. This was a quite an inconvenient action for my mother to take, since she possessed an obvious discomfort at speaking the language. I also harbored a secret discomfort at listening to her
The afternoon had just set and aureate rays of lights were peeking onto my plaid printed arm chair through the countless stained glass windows that consumed the room of my new house. I had finally decided to let my legs ease on the ottoman just in front of me after a long day of classes that it seemed inevitable I would fail. My brain screamed of exhaustion, but my eyes caught hold of the Purple Hibiscus book falling lifelessly out of my backpack across the room. I figured now would be a better time than ever to begin my english reading, so naturally, I stood and hobbled over to the book, took it by my two hands, and in the same motion sat swiftly back down into the armchair. The sides of the chair squeezed me adequately and the excitement
Today was the day we all studied hard for. It was the final science test. From asking the older student who already took the test, I gathered that this was the most difficult test I'll take so far. And to be honest I took some pretty hard tests in my lifetime. Everyone was chatting in the room, but none were talking about the test. This surprised me. All I could think about was that quiz- If you could even call it a quiz, it's more of something that will determine whether or not I will fail the science curriculum or not. Science was in a few periods, so every chance I get I look through my notes. As I opened my filled up notebook a shadow approached, darkening the pages. I looked up to see who it was. Madeline's tall figure stood beside me.
Growing up and spending most of my time in school, I tried speaking Standard English. (Just because I was surrounded in that environment). Teachers always made sure all of us students spoke clearly and correctly from the very beginning. As soon as I got older that started changing; I still can speak properly, and I do, but from time to time we, young people, like to use slang and talk in our own understandable language.
How many times have people tell you “I am sorry I could not understand you, it’s because of the accent”? Unless English is your native language, this can happen pretty often. The reality is that learning a second language is hard. Specially with an inconsistent language such as English. Even after spending eight years learning it at my bilingual school in Mexico, I was prompted to fail the English I STAAR test. Which then led me to attend summer school so I could retake the test.
At the beginning of English Composition, intimidated by the expanse of knowledge that my teacher had. I was worried about if my papers would ever be good enough because in my earlier years, writing was not a thing I was good at. However, as the semester progressed, I learned that I my writing skills were up to par with college writing. In the end, I realized that my introductions and conclusions had improved compared to high school and that I needed to work on my grammar, development of my ideas, and making sure my main points are developed and clear. Furthermore, I plan to correct my errors by using various writing strategies and resources.
During the time in which I joined the university to begin my bachelor, there was not a first composition class. I never studied writing in a separate class. So, I immediately started reading literature. I immediately began reading some of William Wordsworth pieces. Honestly, I was preferring to join a major that is specialized in English just as a language, but because the nearest college to my town does not have such major I joined their English literature department. I am saying this to clarify that, in the past, I was not very interested in writing.
I recall having the hardest time adapting to the environment and understanding English when I first moved to America in 2005; however, everything changed when Jessica, my first friend, reached out to help me. I met Jessica through the friendship between her grandma and my aunt, and with Jessica’s encouragement, I was more motivated to learn.
Yes, I do think that my speaking has improvement because before that it would take me a long time to understand than interpret the words so I would be able to say it in my own words. Also in the past we never actually had a speaking assessment and I think that this one was more about the book compared to what we were learning as in the past all the speaking assessment that I had were about something we learned in school, and they were about he grammer. Most of the previous activities were done in class and were more relied on the interpretation of the words and understanding what someone if saying compared to you speaking it. In addition last year when we had this speaking assessment it was on one of the grammar we learnt in class, and we were given a picture to describe the things that were happening in the picture. I thought that it was more easy that way,