Personal Narrative: Why I Work Hard For My Class

In this class, I have learned many new skills to improve my writing, and I have also learned new grammar rules. In regards to my writing, I have learned the importance of freewriting when beginning to write a paper. Additionally, I now know to allow ample time for revising and editing because I can look at my work critically for mistakes and make necessary changes. Furthermore, I have learned about grammar rules such as pronoun-antecedent agreement. This rule is something that I know subconsciously, but being made aware of it has allowed me to find mistakes I make more often.

What well in your classes? What did you need to do differently? What is your plan for success this semester? In this class, what will you need to do to be successful?

I went through a lot in life as a child. Growing up was not easy as a kid ( especially

My first semester of college, I detached my retina and underwent emergency eye surgery two weeks before finals. The surgery restored my vision, but I wouldn’t be able to do strenuous activity or read for two weeks. I wanted to make a full recovery, however I also wanted to take my finals, and receive high grades. My doctor understood how important my classes were to me, and we created a plan where I would be able to take my finals, and still make a full recovery. The first week, was rest with no reading, but my family could quiz me. During the second week, if my eye felt okay I could read in short segments. Finals week, I could take my finals but no extra activity. My professors and I worked to make a similar agreement to cover the material

My Catholic high school tried to expel me when I came out. It all started junior year when one of my classmates asked me if I was a lesbian. No one had actually ever asked me before, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get it off my chest. Of course there was scandal because it was high school and I was the first person in my grade to come out. A few people approached me with reverence, they thought what I had done was courageous. When the hype and gossip died down is when things took a turn for the worse.

Following commencing college, I would often miss work just to complete my assignments before the due date. Being enrolled in an English class, I quit slacking off and put all my attention into my school work. Therefore, I became responsible and also attempt to complete my tasks. At the time when I did not attend college, nothing actually mattered except for buying new shoes weekly. In my opinion, I was a spoiled brat that had everything handed to me. Being in college, I learned how to manage my money also having a weekly budget. I too began limiting myself from purchasing beer, however, that usually does not work out. As a matter of fact, I learned how to become independent. In fact, I am not such an immense asshole like I used to be.

My class system experience is somewhat unique. I think I have been in almost all class systems at one point or another. I was born in rural South Carolina, mostly cotton fields and mills. My father was in Vietnam fighting the war when i was born, we started off very poor, my parents were 17 and 19 years old. My family stayed right on the poverty line until I was around 8 years old. My father started his own business and we moved into the lower middle class. We stayed in the lower middle class until I was 20 years old. My father opened a chain of pawn shops and moved into the upper middle class, and eventually to the upper class, however I was a grown man at this point and went back to lower working class. I eventually became moderately successful

Many different people go to college for many different reasons, some people wanting to become doctors or lawyers, others in sports or sometimes just for fun. When thinking more personally I feel like college for me is to find myself. Somewhere where I can become physically and emotionally ready to become an adult and be able to stabilize myself.

I am very interested in taking College Prep. English instead of English 11 for my second semester. I feel by taking College Prep. English it will benefit me most during college, I want to have the ability to handle what college has to give me and by taking this class I feel I will be prepared. Not only will it benefit me in college it will help me improve my own writing skills.In this class, I am willing to work hard and become a better writer. My goals to become a better writer is to enhance my vocabulary and express myself more in my writing and I know this class will help me achieve my goals.

The first I came to the US I had to start over and get a new degree because English wasn’t my first language, I have an accent different than Native American speakers. During my Pre college class at HCC I had to prepare for debate we were four students vs four students of my classmate, and the most important thing and funny happened in my life at that time we all four of my team members were foreigners and the other member team were native American. Before I came to class I prepared my part well I made search about my project, supporting my ideas with proof and pictures I was confident about myself and my team too. I had to seat with my team in front of the class, when the debate started and it was my turn to debate, I couldn’t find my words,

I stepped into my Algebra class and started doing my bell work like a normal person would do. After I finished my bell work i turned it in. As soon as everybody sat down we started doing the lesson that we had planned for that day. After we finish everybody had to do their homework. While I was “working” on my homework I was called up to the teachers desk.

Hello, I was just following up on the homework I didn't have in class today because I misplaced the worksheet in the cafeteria and unable to locate it. I was wondering if you could send me a copy to do tonight, so that I can have it completed for tomorrow. Thank you and I hope you have a great

Sorrow, disgrace, and rage are just some of the emotions I felt the first time I performed poorly in school. I asked myself,”Why? Why did I do this to myself?” My failure couldn’t be attributed to lack of knowledge or skill, but rather my extreme case of procrastination. It was my junior year in high school when I took honors English 11; this class was set to prepare me for college which was not an option, but a necessity. I knew what I was getting myself into when I signed up for it. “This class will great experience,” I said. “I need to learn how to prepare a proper essay for college,” I continued. This class seemed like a great idea for me. I remember when I was little my mother always told me, “Jimmy you’re going to college whether you

“Aw man” Mrs. Longs class yells as Mrs.Mitchells class loses. We were 5 minutes into our tug-a-war game and we were up next. “Up next Mrs. Longs and Mrs. Lawson’s class” says Coach Carver. As we pull and pull finally Mrs. Lawson’s class is starting to give but then the rope jerks and then…

After the initial stumbling block more commonly known as residential life, I faced the towering challenge of settling into classes. Once I had registered (which was itself something of a dilemma), I had in my hand a sheet of abbreviations that rivaled a military briefing or a computer manual. My first class, on a Thursday morning, was located in a building called CBW, which stood for Classroom Building West. Surely the