My Year Was A Tough School Year For Me

The challenging component this semester was the transition from high school English reading and writing level to college level. It is mainly because High school writing did not have many expectations from students, its main focus was on the ideal five-paragraph essays. As compared to college, writing is mainly geared and focused on one’s ability to thoroughly answer the assigned prompt. Initially, I was not sure if I was capable of handling a fast-paced course, however, I quickly adjusted to the change and I am glad that I chose to stay. In English 10, I have learned many valuable elements that I can incorporate into my everyday writing. I have included my writing from project 2 a rhetorical analysis on, “Black Lives Matter”, which effectively demonstrates my growth as a reader, thinker, and writer.

As a University of Tampa freshman, I would have never guessed how much progress I could have made as a writer in class FYW 100, taught by Professor Birnbaum. Coming out of high school from one of the most prestigious, well-known schools in the nation, gave me an ambiguous amount of certainty to receiving an A in her class. Before beginning my journey in college, Jesuit, which was a college preparatory high school, gave mandatory four-year English courses to every student. With that being said, there was no doubt of me coming into freshman year of college with high confidence in my English skills.

After a grueling first quarter, I was completely miserable, with terrible grades, low self-esteem, and no end in sight. I was hanging on to the hope that there would be some epiphany moment, a moment where suddenly my writing soared, along with my grades. That change did happen, but not all at once‒ it began during the third quarter, when my teacher, Ms. Boynton, asked me to stay after class, along with five other students. She asked if we would each be interested in participating in The Atlantic and College Board Essay Contest, in which we would each submit an analysis of a famous American speech. I was truly stunned that she had chosen me over so many other students in the class, since I had felt so lost for so many weeks, but it was exactly what I needed as motivation to keep on improving my writing. As I worked closely with her on my contest submission and other class work, I came to realize how much she cared about me and wanted to help me succeed. With that being said, she never made it easy; she continually pushed me, knowing that I could always do better if I set my mind to it. Last September, I began her demanding course with the intention of purely surviving, not necessarily thriving, but that

Freshman year could definitely be the worst year of High School when it comes to your social life. This is the year where you can expand your friends to more than just people in your grade. This year is also a sad year because it is when you find out who your real friends are. High School is all about gaining new friends and losing what you thought were your friends. When I started my freshman year all I heard when I started was that your real friends will show and you fake friends will vanish. In my case this did not happen. Yes, when I got into Highschool I did grow farther apart to some of my friends, but I would never say that they have vanished from my life or anything like that.

I had just started my junior year of high school which in the past I have heard it was the hardest school year. Going back I would say they were correct. I was taking the regular English class throughout the year, but on top of that, a writing class. Usually people take this writing class their senior year to get them ready for college. But no, my parents said “You need to sign up for this class; it will help you greatly.” When the first day came, I went to this writing class with many seniors. I have not been the greatest writer, so I agreed with my parents that this class could help me. But the fact that I was a junior and not going to college the next year like everyone else in my class did not help me. So

This year in Honors Freshman Literature and Composition, I have grown tremendously as a writer. My essays from the beginning of the year to the end have showed that I have greatly progressed in many skills that I have worked on. While I have acquired strengths this year, I also have weaknesses that I hope to improve next year in my writing.

During these past three weeks I have realized that college is going to be very challenging, it is not what I expected it to be like. This class has helped with my reading and writing experience and has contributed to my understanding of expectations for college and goals for my future. It has helped me with preparing and planning my work ahead of time. Dr. Sariscany has helped me with becoming a better writer and helped me prepare for college level work. She has showed me that college is not going to be easy and we should get used to it and put in all our effort and time into everything we turn in.

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,

School keeps becoming harder over the years, but we are taught to deal with the tests and the homework. Now at the end of the year, all of the tests and the homework have not prepared me as well as I thought for all of the finals. I am hoping that when it's all over my summer will be even more carefree without all of the busy work, I can finally just relax and not worry about missing assignment or big projects

“…As for all the seniors, I want you to challenge yourselves this year and don’t think you’re going to cruise through to graduation.”-Mrs. Smith, County High School. Although some seniors in high school refuse to take a hard schedule, I decided to take a challenging composition course my last year of high school and learned more than ever before from it. My teacher, Mr. Bacz, focused mostly on vocabulary, grammar, and how to right an essay. Each one of these subjects combined to give me a year of hard work, which eventually paid off.

These are the years were I didn’t need extra help and I felt like all the other students. These are also the years I truly enjoyed reading and writing. While in high school we read a lot of what I now consider my favorite books. I had an English teacher my freshman year that really made me see what is so special and why reading and writing are so important. Mrs. White explained things in a way that just clicked for me. Not only did I understand it but I was also extremely interested in the topics. My favorite experience with reading and writing would have to be my freshmen year. After her class I had a better understanding of not only the writing portion but also reading. Before, I would read a story and not fully understand what the main reason or hidden message

The first year of my high school career is done and over with, along with the stress and tears that came with it. Now it is time for summer, the best time of the year. The two months where you get to do anything you want without worrying about how late it is going to get, unless you have a job the next day. Most of my friends have detasseling or are beginning to work at their first job. Unlike me, I had nothing going on, besides hanging out with my friends and going on family vacations. I did not want to make this summer go to waste. I had to make the most out of it by doing something I would enjoy doing.

Sixth grade was a tough year for me. It was the year I decided I didn’t want to go to my mom’s every other weekend, so I did whatever I could to get out of it. On one particular weekend I asked my friend, Reagan, if I could go over to her house. She said yes. Out of all my friends, Reagan was the only one as small as me. We had the same sense of humor, but she was much more outgoing. She was easy to hang out with, even if we weren’t the closest.

My senior year was by far the best. I had all great teachers and graduation was right around the corner. My favorite teacher, that year was my English teachers Mrs. Carver. She was one of the few teachers that wanted and did teach life lessons, along with educational lessons. She focused a lot on making sure we understood that there are small scenario in our lives that have major or minor impacts on us. Due to that, we did not really focus on our writing. Even our research paper was based on creativity and making sure when we write we put our voice and feelings into the paper, at the appropriate times. Us not focusing on writing made my small scenario have a major impact on me. My writing grammatically was never enhanced. Upon graduation, I decided to take a couple of college courses online to get a good start on my freshman year at Ole Miss. I talked to Mrs. Rhodes, my 11th grade writing teacher, about the classes I wanted to take, which were Writing 101 and College Algebra. I decided to talk to Mrs. Rhodes because she was the only teacher that challenged me academically and personally. I went to her with any and every problem. After telling her my plans she agreed that it was indeed a good an idea . She also warned me about the challenges I might face with not being fully prepared, after having such a long break from real writing. I then went to our local junior college, Northwest Community College the Desoto campus, and signed up for my online classes. My college

It was my sophomore year, and I was once again the new girl in school, the one who was taken advantage of. It had been one of the craziest school year of my life. Now as I sit back and think on it I am grateful that it happened. My eyes were opened, I experienced new feelings, and changed in big way in such a relatively short matter of time. This all came from what I thought was love. It was exactly 1:00 pm on a Tuesday, when I broke down in tears in the hallway of my high school, nobody blinked twice about it. I had never felt a pain in my heart this great before at this point in my life. It was like my heart was made out of glass, and it became broken, shattering into millions of pieces. This wasn’t a mental type of pain. I felt each shattering piece of glass fall in my chest, it was momentarily paralyzing.