Writing is always something that I needed to spend a little more time at. I was much better answering math problems than I was writing a paper or explaining a book I just read. In my college writing class I felt that I was always given a challenge. The book “ The Book Thief” that I read was quite lengthy and had a lot of symbolism in it that took me a while to completely understand. The papers that I had to do in my college writing class were also a lot more challenging than the ones I had to do
things in my English 1301 class. I took this class last year but I had to drop it because I didn’t have a professor explaining the work to me. And I really didn’t understand what I was doing. At first, I was scared to take this class. 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
the ones I loved thinking such harmful ways, but my hypocrisy hurt even more. It reminded me how close I came to never seeing the truth. All the stories and essays I had written for my creative writing and English classes in college were kept in a wicker basket in my small apartment room. One morning, I went through everything to try and part with some material. I picked up my portfolio from a writing class I had my junior year and began reading the story I submitted as my final piece. I
My first impression when I went to this university was very positive. The person I spoke to just made me feel completely at home because he said when I started as a mature student and that’s what I wanted to hear. He asked me about my experience so far and treated it as though it was something important, something worthwhile talking about and interesting and then he gave me chance to prove myself although I didn’t have the conventional qualifications, to prove myself by doing a written piece
Today I was going to cook brownies for my whole second grade class. I get to do it all on my own! Mom taught me how last night and I memorized the whole process. The second I burst through my doors i flew into the kitchen to get busy. Everything was on the counter and I have never been more thrilled. It was my birthday tomorrow and i was going to make the most amazing chocolate delights. I rolled up my sleeves and washed my hands. I poured the brownie mix everywhere, luckily most of it got into
and said something to me and not knowing how to respond I just handed him the paper I got from the office. He then shook my hand and directed me to my first class. Continuing on Monday, January 12, 2009, my first class in America. I walked into my first class, and it felt like the whole paused to look at me. For a second the teacher didn’t notice me walking in, she saw the student look at the door, and she approached me with the most welcoming face. The whole time the man that approached me and
All the stories and essays I had written for my creative writing and English classes in college were kept in a wicker basket in my small apartment room. One morning, I went through everything to try and part with some material. I picked up my portfolio from a writing class I had my junior year and began reading the story I submitted as my final piece. I knew that reading it now meant I would be cringing at the young, flawed writer I was. Except I wasn’t focused on the writer as I read through, but
Priscilla Kim Dr. Harvey Partica English-100-11: Writing and Thinking 9 March 2017 Equality For All Men and women were not equal in the past. Many people viewed women as second-class citizens because women were expected to stay at home and to look after their children. They also performed the traditional household chores, such as cooking meals and cleaning the house. Women had more limited freedom and rights than male citizens. These men controlled the lives of women by establishing laws
I don’t remember how old I was, or even what grade I was in. After all, several decades have gone by since then. What I do recall is my utter disbelief the day my mother suddenly altered our usual homework chatter. Typically, I’d shout out how to spell a word and then mom would holler back the series of letters, steadily and three at a time. But not that day. “What do you mean, look it up myself?” I hollered back, clearly confused. I could hear the water running and dishes clinking as she washed
Elizabeth Taylor Tech Writing Mrs. Visser Interview paper Introduction Before the first day of Technical writing class, I thought it would be one of those classes that were required to take; classes that would reinstate what previous English classes, high school and freshmen year, taught. As the year progressed, I slowly started to realize that technical writing was so much integrated in everyday life. I am currently working on my bachelor’s degree in Psychology. I aspire to one day become a