Personal Narrative: My Rennaissance English Degree

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

My writing has improved greatly over the years. Now, I am able to write much longer papers, my writing is more detailed, my writing is straight, I am able to write in different styles, and my letters aren't shaped weirdly anymore. All and all, my writing has improved a good amount. I still do not enjoy writing that much. I am really enjoying math and science right now. The writing that I do like, is writing about a subject that I choose with no guidelines. My past writing pieces that I have done, have been the personal narrative (in 6th grade), and the researched based writing project (also in 6th grade). Both of those projects I did not enjoy that much, because we worked on those two projects for a long time. Even thought I do not enjoy writing

When I walked onto the quad on the first day of freshman orientation I was still amazed that I would be the next two years at a prestigious university such as Oxford college of Emory University. The sight in itself was one like no other. Seney hall stood tall and bright as we put our cokes to the sky and made the big Emory coke toast. However, I would soon come to realize that the beauty of Oxford was not just in its spectacular campus and rigorous education. Oxford was a place where one could truly build a community and get involved if they sought out to.

My reading and writing history began recently.Since i raised in different country, i studied simple English grammar in intermediate and high school not like what students in U.S do. Our teachers didn’t consider it as significant as our native language because all people in the country speak the same native language. Anyway, my english history began after I had moved to U.S for three years ago. I started with non credit ESL classes thereafter I took Reading 71 , Reading 81 , and English 91 at Highline community college. At South Seattle Community College, I took English 96 last winter, and now I’m taking English 99/101. In all of those classes, I enjoyed writing essays and doing peer editing.I was always eager to learn new writing

I think as a writer I am okay but not as good as I had hoped to be when I reached college. I do love history and history involves a lot of writing most of the time, but for some reason my writings in history and literature never seemed to transcend to English language or writing courses I have taken since coming to BU. I definitely think that one of my strong suits is getting my point across, however, my execution of my points sometimes is lacking a bit and the development of my ideas I tend to struggle with as well. I definitely feel like I need to work on grammar in my essays, especially run-on sentences. It always seems to be the one thing that I lose most points off. As this is a class based on how the topic of marijuana has progressed

My experience with writing has been one filled with . When I first began writing I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I liked that I could express all of my opinions and feelings on a sheet of paper, but as I begin to grow older my interest in writing has significantly decreased. I do not like it as much because when writing there are so many rules and factors that I have to take into consideration. Presently, I have a love-hate relationship with writing. The only time I love writing is when it is an interesting topic. When I am given an interesting topic to write about I could write pages and pages about it. For instance, when I was told to choose a subject and write an essay about that topic I wrote a 5 paged essay about the murders of Nicole

“Quero que meus netos para ter sucesso e ser feliz e viver a vida,” my grandma told me, this means she wants her grandchildren to be successful and be happy and live life. This makes me want to succeed in school and just succeed in everything. The person who introduced avid to me was my older brother, Anthony. He is in a state university, so seeing that he got there because of avid makes me notice that avid is a great program. When I transitioned from 8th grade avid to freshmen year avid it was very different. I thought the binder checks, the essays, and the tutor was a waste of time but now I realize it is not. Avid is a program not to just get ready for college but to life goals. Avid teachers are not just teacher, like are more, as like a friend but also a teacher's. My avid

Here I am now! Still writing about what I feel, think and dream about, not only does it make me feel fulfilled inside I love to revise what I read, which broaden my perspective of what I could not see before regarding certain situation in my personal life plus more skills to write. Most of the time before I lie down to sleep, I write at least one to two pages, or sometimes when I arise in the morning. Writing helps me cope with all parts of life it’s my very own private cushion to my universe. My urge for writing will always be here until God says otherwise. Now, when it comes to reading the only problem, I have is it’s a sleeping pills that puts me to sleep without the dose; I read myself to sleep all the time. Reading teach me to explore

Hello everyone my history as a writer is something odd, but I know for sure my age will grow and my history will as well. Whenever I have ever felt the need to write on my own I like to write what I am feeling even if it doesn't make sense. I like to think of myself as a person who sees life in a good perspective. I was interested in creative writing because I love to write about anything where I can show my creativity. So far I am enjoying this class. What I want to get out of this class is new writing techniques and to look at things differently. I enjoy writing about how I feel sometimes it can be about something good and something bad. I began to write when I was younger I came to this country 22 years ago as a very young lady. Who knew

Throughout my twenty two years of life I have had a love/hate relationship with writing. In school I’ve had English classes in which I enjoyed immensely. Then there were the classes I did not. Sadly a majority of the time it was the latter. Subsequently during my adolescence I was never really interested in writing. I cannot remember a time when I was angry or anxious while preparing to write a paper. I just wouldn’t go as far as to say I enjoyed writing papers. I viewed it as a chore that I wanted to be finished as quickly as possible. But at the same time I’ve always considered myself a average writer and viewed most of my work as well written papers with solid ideas. Yet I would still find myself receiving grades that were much lower than I expected.

I have been reading and writing for as long as I can remember. I always enjoyed reading and writing stories, even when I wasn’t in school. While reading had never been much of a struggle, I always had a hard time writing my thoughts down on paper the way that I wanted. The earliest recollections I have of myself learning to read is when I was about five years old. My mother wasn’t there when I started to learn how to read. She was deployed in Iraq at the time and I would read to her over the phone every time I got the chance. Another memory I have of my road to literacy is when I was in the first grade. Once or twice a week, we would take out our writing notebooks and write about whatever we wanted. I would usually write about what I did

For many years, they lived on campus in Margaret Nance because she was a RA and we laughed and talked about the highs and lows about living on campus; Summers used to be a driver for Pepsi and didn't have a clue to what he was doing when he first got the job, but has endurec being here over two decades. Alford worked here part-time while she attended Winthrop and after graduating she had a daughter five days later and decided to become full-time. Entering the building, one is blinded with awards from SCPA given to these great writers for the many great articles they've all written over the past 15 years. All in all, everyone seems content in what they do, but unfortunately, they haven't gotten a raise in nine years (how awful is that)?

Good to meet you! That is exactly the reason why I decided to give it my all at SNHU and finish my four-year education. The trade-off was just too important to put it off with any more excuses. I was a legal secretary for many, many years and in the last 5-10 year (more or less) I have noticed that employers will not even look at my resume if I cannot prove that I have a four-year education. It is really great to see you made that same decision.

It was like stepping into a whole new world, a whole new life. Moving to a different country changes everything from the food, the clothes, the culture, and even the air. One area of the move that impacted my sister and I the most was a new school. Not knowing one of the most popular languages in the world made things very difficult, however, both my sister and I quickly adapted to the new language, and soon enough our parents would advise us not to forget our native tongue. At a young age I believed that I could never speak another language, but as the years passed, I became more comfortable in speaking English. I was proud of myself that I accomplished something that I doubted I could do. Throughout my journey of learning English my parents

The afternoon had just set and aureate rays of lights were peeking onto my plaid printed arm chair through the countless stained glass windows that consumed the room of my new house. I had finally decided to let my legs ease on the ottoman just in front of me after a long day of classes that it seemed inevitable I would fail. My brain screamed of exhaustion, but my eyes caught hold of the Purple Hibiscus book falling lifelessly out of my backpack across the room. I figured now would be a better time than ever to begin my english reading, so naturally, I stood and hobbled over to the book, took it by my two hands, and in the same motion sat swiftly back down into the armchair. The sides of the chair squeezed me adequately and the excitement