Personal Narrative: My Fifth Class

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.

2014 Fall Semester in the begining was going pretty good i was excited to began school , adapting to the new college life, and interacting with friends and new people. I was attending all my classes on time , studying , and completing the required assigments that needed to be done. I also was working a full-time at Gensis Logistics it wasnt easy trying to manage my schedule , but i tried to make it work the best i could. MTE 1 , 3 , and SDV was a breeze to me I was completing my assigments , studying , and understanding the information that was given to me. Now on the otherhand ENG wasn't hard for me i just didnt understand the content that was teached by the teacher. English was always the strongest subject for me so i couldnt understand why it was such a problem in college , maybe it was the teacher and her teaching methods. I never understood any information that was given it seemed to me like our class was always off topic one class period we would talk english, and then another class period we would talk about something else besides english. Then she assigned papers and assigments that was unfamilar to me it seem like everytime she assigned the class papers

I can still remember my heart pounding out of my chest. It was my first time in Writing 1, and my nerves were mostly the result of a friend’s advice. Winter quarter, my friend told me about her struggles in her writing class and she advised me not to take Professor Bernstein for Writing because as she said “he is really tough and a very hard grader.” However, I had no other option but to take writing with Professor Bernstein because all the other writing 1 classes conflicted with my schedule. Nevertheless, nine weeks have past since I first stepped foot in Writing 1, and I can certainly say that I have learned more than I ever expected. Yes, it is true, this class has been a challenge like no other, especially for me, being that English is

Thank you for your helping with my case. I am so glad that I don’t need to add another reading and writing class in this semester.

“I began learning long ago that those who are the happiest are those who do the most for others.” Booker T. Washington’s wise words accurately summarize what I learned throughout high school. I noticed that selfish people are the unhappiest and most discontent. In sharp contrast, I also observed that people who dedicate their lives to others are the most joyful and satisfied. People I admire tend to be selfless and servant-minded. I strive to mimic them, living with a selfless mindset. My special interests, talents, and unique experiences enabled me to make others’ lives better.

My current grade is due to my inadequacy of responsibility, my lack of studying for the grammar and reading tests. I have been doing the necessary routine of writing in my planner, filling out the lesson chart everyday, reading Of Mice and Men and turning in the discussion questions, and keeping up with the journal questions. My wrongs are based off not studying and having the likelihood of having significantly low test scores, and incomplete work. My parents use Parentlink but have not been receiving any notifications of my grades. My parents use to check Campus Portal to check it daily for missing work, which I’ve explained they have not been getting notifications from, exceedingly explains most of my missing items. My grade is lower than

At the beginning of 2016, I didn't think I’d be coming out so soon. My AP Language Arts teacher assigned a performance piece that quickly crept up on me. We were told to stand in front of the class and share a piece of our identity; it was nothing like any other assignment I had done before.

College Writing 1 is my first college writing class ever, I have high hopes I will learn a lot. I hope during this class I learn how to correctly cite different sources, learn new styles of writing, and fine tune the writing skills I already have. I think the most challenging part of this class will be keeping up with all the different writings we do, from journal entries to a research paper. Another thing that will be a challenge is the amount of words needed for each paper. I will need to practice how to write more in depth to make sure I at least hit the two hundred fifty word mark. The thing I am most excited for with this class is to be able to write again. As a former writer for the Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania newspaper, writing food

In Second Grade, I moved from Framingham to Weston and started going to Woodland School. I was a really shy and quiet kid in general, and it didn’t help that I was a new kid, too. For our ELA (English Language Arts) “class”, we sat in a circle and took turns reading passages from a book. I wasn’t a bad reader, but I was scared of having to read in front of everyone. In fact, I was so scared that whenever it was time for ELA, I would hide behind someone else so my teacher, Ms. Garcia wouldn’t call on me. When I was eventually called on (despite my best efforts), I gathered up all my courage and read the passage. I ended up reading it perfectly fine, and the experience helped me break out of my shell. After that, I stopped trying to avoid reading

Vanessa, sorry I was a little cornfused about this Friday… students will be not be in production starting next Friday. Friday Sept 30 (Tomorrow) students have a lesson until 1:30 then we will be in the kitchen with you (yaye! what a nice surprise). I spoke to Naomi and we think that we can float whatever doesn’t get done with a.m. students to p.m. prep list. I will take care of this list before the we get in there and maybe we can chat about anything we should add (maybe a pickle pepper party).

This semester has been a challenge for me. Before, I arrived in this class I didn’t know certain things. I never been a good write but this class has pushed me to work harder. I have always been good at speaking my point out verbally, instead of writing it out.. I improved on expanding my paragraphs, staying on topic, and I’m still need working on style and voice.

The fifth student learning objective assures that we will be able to function well in a multi- disciplinary team. I took Engineering 100 course in my past where I was required to work in a group of students of different majors. Our group had to design and build a hovercraft for the entire semester and the hovercraft project was divided into several parts which was excessively affective to perform the goal of our project. However, our team was able to help each other out when it came to the different aspects of designing the hovercraft by having a multi-disciplinary team. For instance, we were able to rely on the computer science teammate for the programming of the hovercraft while my team was able to rely on me when it came to the financial

There was five characters their names were Dariah Lockhart, Bria Hill Ashely Fraizer , and Khamia Carter and June Glover which is me . These people are former students of Tree Hill High School. We just took graduation pictures last week . We are all on the tree hill ravens cheer team . But they got this new student Abby Johnson , she tried to take over the cheer team the ravens . Nobody liked her at all because she always thought she was better than everybody . But about the characters Khamia and me are just new to the school. But Bria , Ashely , and dariah has been here since Freshman year .

I’ve always felt like I don’t matter. I walked into my house when I growing up and instantly I was on my own. My mother would go through depressive episodes where she lock herself away from for days and when she came out, she was a shell of herself. I lived without love. She’d go through weeks of boyfriends and one by one I’d see them come and go. Only one stayed, but he was the worst. I’d wake up sometimes to him breaking plates or shouting drunkenly. My father died before I knew him and this was the only thing I had close to a father. He’d scream and yell and his roar sent me shivering back. He’d break me down and belittle me. To him I was just a disappointment. I wish it was different. I wish I could do something. The New School is my place

My precalculus class was a place where not only math lessons took place, but life lessons as well. The math course I was taking for my junior year consisted of learning algebra 2 in the first semester and pre-calc in the second. Math had always been smooth sailing for me during grammar school and the first two years of high school. I rarely felt thet need to study for math and still passed my tests and quizzes. That was the case unil second semester came along. My smooth sailing math boat hit an iceberg just like the titanic. I had done poorly on a math quiz. At that moment I realized that you only out what you put in. Precalculus was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I aget m actually glad that I did not do so well on that quiz