Personal Narrative: Advanced Placement English Class

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

I have truly enjoyed writing for most of my life and after this class I will continue to enjoy writing hopefully with more skill. I have always viewed myself as a fairly strong writer and this class has reaffirmed that for me, but it has also shown weaknesses in my writing. As an introduction level class this has been one of my favorites; at some point I will take a higher level, even though it is not required for my major. Even though this class is almost over I am continuing to learn. I also love that this class will help me with literally ever other class in my college career. I am not a particularly strong reader, but as my writing skills improve so do the reading skills. While in this class I have learned a lot about everything from what I can improve, to subjects that interest me, and constructing a successful paper.

Arriving in this class I didn’t really know what to expect, and having a fragile background in English I was a bit concerned on how I would perform. Carrying over twenty years of discouragement stemming from my high school years, I thought I knew enough but came to the realization I didn’t. After a few weeks of settling in to class it felt like doors that I didn’t know how to open could be now opened and ignited my desire for more knowledge. For the first time in my life I was excited to learn English and eager to use it. My reading was above normal along with my vocabulary, however my grammar, and writing structure was my weakest point and that’s what I wanted to focus on.

I believe I have grown a lot since the beginning of this course. My writing was severely lacking grammar and punctuation. I didn’t use any punctuation other than periods and very few commas spersed throughout my papers. My papers still need help in that area, but I have improved. I now know where they need to go and when it’s appropriate to use them. My papers aren’t exactly flawless but they are better than before. I would write how I speak at times and I knew it wasn’t right, but I would still do it because it allowed my papers to flow better in my mind. I read my papers out loud to help avoid my problem with writing how I speak. I’ve learned my writing style in this course, or lack thereof. I found a program that would benefit me now and

I have learned a lot in just 16 short weeks. I have learned how to organize my thoughts on paper, even when I have a fear of a writing assignment. I learned about pre-writing, outlining, rough draft, and finals. In each of these steps, I have learned to depend on each of them. They also help me find out what I need to do next. I always try to reflect on what I have written, even if it may be terrible. I use every bit of information I have to make sure I keep my thoughts in order. My strengths have increased as a writer. I love to write, and I know what to write about when given a topic. I feel strongly capable of writing more assignments, and essays in the future, especially in my Composition 2 class next semester. Having 2 English classes this semester really helped me with being able to

While not a hugely transformative venture, I have found this semester to be a good vehicle for making my writing more accurate to its intended purpose. Prior to taking this class I did have some experience in professional writing for a few of the jobs I've had in the past, but this class organized those thoughts, gave them name, and pointed out where and how to pursue them. Its been an enlightening experience and provided me with tools I hope to use the rest of my life.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

The photo album was an old one, and she turned the pages slowly, brooding over each one, trying to understand the girl she had been. Here she was, half turned away from the camera holding on to the brim of her hat, as if she thought the wind might snatch away. And here, walking hand in hand in with Alex in Brighton. Then, Alex and her in a restaurant, with a couple she didn’t recognise, and a series of snaps taken in Paris, during a weekend at the start of their relationship. In all the photographs, Alex was dominant, as if he had gathered all the light; she was a dim presence beside him. He looked straight at the camera, while she looked to the side, as if something in her peripheral vision had caught her attention. Her younger self embarrassed her. There was no record of later on in her relationship with Alex. If there had been, they would have shown the subtle shift in her character; living with Alex, hanging out with him and

The interesting part about this fellowship is that it allows new opportunities to learn. Because of the process of learning, exploration of discernment is employed that allows for each group to wrestle with what God may be calling us toward. The chance to enter into dialogue with other congregations strengthens the overall mission because it permits others to provide an objective and fresh perspective that might have otherwise been overlooked. I believe that an experience like this would give me more opportunities to meet other Lutheran congregations as well as them the opportunity to meet me. This is by no means a statement of arrogance, but I believe that I represent a people group that has been foreign to the SC Synod and it allows me

As a college student, I am growing mentally and physically. I learned how to communicate with others, manage my responsibilities, realize my abilities and be confident in my life. This course is assisting me in my growth by every Saturday learning a new capability about myself and enriching my mind. Also is helping manage my emotions since I am taking phycology I know more about my depression and anxiety plus I learned that many people have and have experienced the same emotions I have been experiencing.

I came into this semester with an idea. An idea of reading and writing more to expand a world of my own. Something I've learned during my time in my English and Creative Writing classes is that reading can open up a much larger gateway to the imagination than anything else can. This is the most I have ever read in this short of a time span; over seven books in roughly five months. That has not counted in all the short stories and the Dungeons and Dragons modules I have read. With all the reading I have done, I have opened my own imagination even more to help with my own writing. R.A. Salvatore’s Legend of Drizzt has helped me the most throughout this semester. I have read five of his thirty-two book series and am starting on the sixth. Salvatore

Preparing for my first writing assignment has been an eye opening experience into what engages me first when choosing what book I want to read. As an avid reader, I realize that I have chosen books that have an interesting title, although now as the writer, I feel the title is not what will make my essay but that my memories within the essay will decide the title. I like to sit at my desk and jot down memories, ideas or opinions that I may have about the particular topic that I am writing about. I also like to reflect on past and present events that have happened, describing the differences in today’s more modern society. Seeing that I already have my essay subject, deciding who my audience will be is the next step in my planning process. Am

“What do you want to whip up today, sweetie?” my grandmother asked as I ran in the house soaking wet from sitting on the flaming hot bus. Many different pleasurable, delicious foods shot into my mind like a bullet shot from a gun; I wondered what activity we would do after eating. It never failed; my grandmother always had a way of lifting my spirit after a tough day at school. It is the memories of our bond that will forever hold a place in my heart.

My sister Julia, at the age of twelve, went to school on a Tuesday. Though on this particular day, she chose to wear her brand new short overalls she had gotten as a birthday present. The shorts, which she wore with pride, were denim and accented with lace. When she wore them, her face exuded confidence.

Emma! Pay attention!” “Stay on task!” “Stay focused” We are in a first-grade classroom. A small dreamy girl with blonde curly ringlets sits in the front row, directly facing the teacher. The teacher signals the girl in an effort to pull her back into the class but her efforts are fruitless. The girl’s mind has already flooded with anxiety, she retreats far back into her imagination, out of the reach of her teacher. A white envelope interrupts her thoughts. Her hands, heavy with the weight of what she knew she was holding, she stuffs her mediocre report card into her backpack along with a math test she might have failed, but she doesn't know because she can’t read either.