Ever since elementary school, I never enjoyed English. I’ve always had a hard time with reading comprehension. I never knew what to write about when I was asked to write a paper. I grew to dislike English even more throughout the years. Once I got into high school, I thought I was going to actually like English. I also thought the teachers were going to be different than the teachers I had before. I was definitely wrong. I was extremely nervous about ninth-grade English once freshman year begun. I received my schedule and saw the name Carver on it. Having no idea where the class room was, I wandered around the halls for a few minutes. Finally, I found my English class. Mrs. Carver was standing outside the door waiting for her students. She must have been around five and a half feet tall. Mrs. Carver wore glasses, and she had brown hair. I was the first student in class. I noticed she had posters on every wall of the classroom. I sat down and I continued looking around the room. I looked to the right and saw a chalk board, she had work from her former students hanging up on it. After the first few days of class, I realized that this year English wouldn’t be so bad. She would give me one on one assistance when I needed it. Mrs. Carver would come sit next to me and she would ask me “How has your day been so far Brooke?” I always told her “My day hasn’t been good, and it hasn’t been bad.” I would ask her questions during class, and every time I got an answer that helped me. My
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The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,
I could not imagine how it was horrible to walk into a classroom without any experience of English. The first day of my fifth grade, I stood in front of the classroom door, looked around the room and saw the alphabet and numbers all around the board. Other students looked at me like I was an alien. I did not really remember my teacher names; however, I remember that we liked to called her, "Mrs. B". Mrs. B liked to read books out loud, after she read, we needed to write a summary and turn it in to her. After every reading, I sat there and saw
Lavenders’ ESL class, she decided that it was time for me to attend regular classes. I was so afraid, not because I would not be competent in the classes, but because I did not think I was ready for a full emergent in the language. I was competent and knowledgeable on the subjects assigned, Geography, Math, Science, but English? I was just completely in a mortified stage. Would I understand the teacher, classmates? Would I be able to speak clearly enough, so they would understand me? That weekend, before I was to report to my first all-English class on Monday, I did not sleep nor could I eat anything thinking about that moment. Monday morning I walked into Mr. Garfield English classroom. Mr. Garret was aware of me been assigned to his class; he was standing right at the door. When I came in, the first thing Mr. Garret did, was to ask the class to be quiet for a minute. He then proceeded to introduce me to them. I had never felt such a panic as I did at that moment. I was sweating, quivering; I felt a thousand eyes just staring at me. Mr. Garret quickly noticed my somber demeanor and immediately asked me to have a seat. I am sure he thought I was going to have a panic attack, and I’m not sure if I wouldn’t have if he did not step in quickly and asked me to have a
I realise the reason that I don't enjoy English as much as other subjects is because it makes me think critically in a way I am not used to. In many other subjects in order to succeed you memorize, follow a set of rules, then repeat. In language arts I have to worry about my grammar, sentence structure, flow, style, and my viewpoint in order to write a well written paragraph. Every step makes me take a look back and think there's a better way for this or that to be said. However, this is the reason why I want to be in English 30-1. I want to be a person who is well rounded and able to give my opinion through precise and deliberate word choice. And in order for me to do so I know
English has never been my favorite class to take. I was more interested in math because there is one answer to a question and that is it. With English, everyone writes differently. Style is difficult to grade and there is not a yes or no answer to an essay.
Throughout my years of schooling, I have become ambivalent about reading and writing. I have struggled in school to make myself enjoy writing. I didn’t mind reading as much, as long as it was to my interest. It has differed throughout the years I have been in school. Some years I have enjoyed both, reading and writing, and other years I have not liked either. Getting myself to enjoy reading and writing has been quite the adventure.
The classroom set up was very different than what I was used to back in Nepal. I didn’t know anyone in there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just managed to sit in the chair that was nearby the door. All the other students were staring at me like something was wrong with me. In reality, everything felt wrong to me when I was in the situation where it felt so bad that I just wanted to quit. It seemed like I was on a one-way street, and I couldn’t figure out what I should do and how I would get out from it. It was almost the end of that class. The time passed just by watching a documentary on the literature’s time period. After the bell rang, all the students left the classroom; then I walked to my teacher with the problem I was having. I was lost in every other class as the hallways get crowded and the buildings were huge. He helped me solve the problems that I had, and my first day of the new school passed in the same way as it did first three hours of that
The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that
When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was
Since elementary school I have always had an amazing experience with English. Although, I dislike the subject, all my teachers and now professors have made the class more interesting. Also all of my teachers and professors have been positive and helped me tremendously throughout the course. I’ve learned a myriad of things about myself when it comes to writing. For example, I can write or read about
As we walked in it was only a week before I would have to go to this school every day for a year. We went into the counselor office and everyone knew my mother but they didn’t know me and I felt the expectations of being her daughter fall onto my shoulders. The counselor Mrs. Avery started talking at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour throwing out what my options were but not giving me a lot of time to process. I started to relax though because my mother had always made the decisions and she usually chose the right one in my opinion. But then my worst nightmare in that situation happened my mom turned to me and asked me what did I want to do and that it was my choice. I had to make a decision I had about a minute to realize what would be best for me and what I was going to have to choose. I realized right then how much power choice had I realized I had to choose what I wanted and what would be the best thing for me. Mrs. Avery and my mother looked at me I realized I need to make a decision as they looked at me I decided I would become a Freshman and take all the honor class I could. As I sat there the process of high school just beginning I thought about all of my fear and doubts about my abilities but I also knew that I would fight for the grade I wanted and I would do the very best I could. As my thoughts ran through my head and I chose
Hello, I’m Matthew Guido I have had many different language are experiences during my life, from having the same teacher for three of four years of middle school, to writing well done essay's to reading different kinds of book. To start off, in middle school I had Mrs. Paul. I had her in fifth grade, then while I was in sixth she moved up to eighth. Leading to us both going to seventh and eighth together. In addition, I had her for three years while multiple other people did too from my same classes. She was a wonderful teacher who taught me very well, even showing me a few tips and tricks. One tip/trick that she taught me was a website called PaperRater which checks, grades, and helps your essays. She would have us do current events essays,
Ever since I was a child, I never really enjoyed the subject of English. Aside from me considering the subject to be boring my vocabulary always seemed to be lacking compared to my peers, and the time I spent on reading passages and answering questions about those passages was much longer than my classmates’. However, my literacy skills started to slowly develop, and I ended up appreciating English in my junior and senior years of high school.
Reading is one of the most beneficial activities a man can do. Out of reading, man can be able to discover new things, concepts, places and people. More so, reading is a way to relax our mind and soul, going deeply through the world of story and improves our thinking and internalization process.
When I first started college I did not know what to expect with an English class. I liked writing about topics that interested me, but high school did not allow me to do that. I took American History and we would have to write