Personal Experience In English Class

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

As I look back on my English 101 experience, I have come to the conclusion that I have learned many new things that have improved my abilities as a writer. I have learned some new techniques that have improved my ways of approaching an essay. I learned all about the rhetorical appeals and how to apply them in my writing and how to look for them in a essay written by a author. I have also learned how to argue both sides of a argument, and how to look for reliable sources and to properly quote and site the author of the essay. I feel as if I have become a better writer and my improved writing skills are shown within each essay.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

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

     As writers, many students write to the expectations of their professors and not to their fullest potential. Throughout English 101 I had been writing only to please my professor or to fill the basic requirement to pass English. I always felt that my writing ability was never enough for my professors throughout the previous years. They always wanted clear and concise essays, which for some reason was unreachable by me. However, starting college and taking English 101 helped me with my weaknesses and changed my technique of writing essays. My experience in English 101 taught me to write to my fullest potential and to write what I felt; rather then writing what was required.

I used to consider writing as tumble words from your mind, write, read it through, fix minor mistakes, and done. However, you rarely get successful. The truth is many students, including myself, struggle with starting to write a word, or getting stuck in the middle without knowing the main point of the writing. After completing English 101, I can explain the writing process, evaluate the strengths of my essay, and identify my weaknesses.

The course definitely changed the way I approached writing a paper. One day in lecture you quoted Ernest Hemmingway saying, “The first draft of anything is shit.” This changed the way I approached and wrote papers. I used to start papers the night before, barely look over them and making few changes. This course encouraged me to outline, write a rough draft and constantly review then finalization the paper. Peer review before this class I though was pointless because most student hardly pay attention to the paper and usually wrote “good job.” The students in the class actually read my paper and gave honest feedback and ways to improve it. Also to have a teacher read your draft and give feedback with what is wrong and ways to help the quality of the paper helped greatly. This English class was definitely different than high school English.

Our teacher handed back the same papers we turned in the day before,and I was the only one who did not receive a page with a grade on top. My nerves began as the greek woman met my eyes and looked down on the single leaflet placed on her desk. After her brief intro of articulating how she enjoyed every paper, she plucked that page and commented on the specific paper that she found distinct. Soon my story became greek as she told my tale to the entire class, her accent wrapping every word making it sound almost foreign. It sounded like a real story, passed down generations and I realized at that moment it was real. The story I told was not a lie, but a manifestation of my creativity.

Everything was spinning around and around me, as I stood in front of the mirror watching the cold, stale tears full of regret and sadness drip downing onto the stiff new sweatshirt I got earlier that day. I could hear the words floating from the phone into my ear but it sounded as if it was a million miles away and I was underwater. I could hear Mom try to calm my nerves and try to wipe my tears from six hundred miles away but it was all for nothing. I could smell the saltiness of the tears and feel the sliminess of the snot that was a stream from my nose. I wiped away the stinging tears, filled with a new sense of rage.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

English. That word has such a negative connotation to it. Seeing that 7 letter word and feeling such that I 'm fighting a battle against it, feeling like I 'm in a ring going toe to toe every time I walk into an English class trying to prove my worth in the subject. In all honesty, loathe full would be the best way to describe my feelings about English, and on a good day tolerate could be used. The best way to describe English and me would be like Cersei and Tyrion Lannister. Anytime they come together something is bound to happen. Any time I step into English class I feel like I 've been summoned to the Night’s Watch, waiting for it to be over, waiting for my “watch” to end. There was a time when English was fun and enjoyable for me. In this essay we will delve into parts of my mind. That have been locked for several years, emotions will run deep, stories will be told, and of course English will be talked about. I warn you now this not for the faint of heart. We must hurry because “winter is coming.”

English is a subject I have always felt strong with as a student, this area of strength has not only benefitted me in my this course but has helped me to succeed in every class I have taken. American literature so far has gave me a new and refined understanding, from read and writing to communicating my ideas in group discussions. Never before have I been able to have such a confident understanding of was I was reading and writing. I have gained a new and refined belief of what it means to annotate a text and why it is important, though I will always have reserved feelings about them. In discussion groups by referring to my annotations I am able to express my ideas and observations about the text. I have never before been so challenged with a piece of writing, throughout my career as a student prompts had always been specific and specifications were always strict. Writing literary analysis was not only a new type of essay writing for me but it required me to refer back to my annotations and think deeper about why I was having certain thoughts and opinions on a text to develop an argument. Whether it is reading, writing, or speaking the significance of everything I have mastered, and will continue to learn in english class will allow me to have fate in they way I express myself in the future.

Time flies by it's 8:30 better start to heading for the bus and then suddenly I began to get light I couldn't feel anything in my body feels like mush, but at the same time my mind feels open I have begun to write poems at an instant the boring walk I take to the bus became a beautiful garden the vivid colors merging into one the sea of oranges and reds engulf my eyes. I sat down just to appreciate the view that was In front of me. I remember hearing my friend shout

I’ve always loved writing and reading since I learned to do both in Kindergarten. I am intrigued by new words I discover and have a passion for expanding my vocabulary. I enjoy a challenge so when I saw that English had a CP class, I didn’t hesitate to take it. As a child, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. Although, around 7th grade when I started to use my writing to get in touch with my emotions, I decided that writing was something I wanted to do for fun so that I wouldn’t feel pressured into writing and get bored of it. English isn’t always easy for me. Depending on the topic, I will either be able to finish my work quickly (or if I’m not too interested) it may take me a little longer than the other students.