When I eventually transferred to public schools, the issues that everyone overlooked because they were not an obvious problem for me really came back to haunt me when I was assigned any sort of extensive writing assignment. I continued to take reading classes in public school. Fortunately, I managed to get through my English classes and graduate high school never expecting to have to write any sort of paper again. While I thought that to be true for the first two years out of high school, that proved to be a poor mindset to have. June
I wasn’t able to do a lot of things that I wanted to do because of my grades. At one point I was actually ineligible to play sports, what are everything to me. My parents influenced me to do better in school by allowing me to get my license the day my grades went above a 3.0. It took me awhile but by the end of the semester I had a 3.1 and was able to get my driver’s license. My grades at an all-time low were around a D average, I was able to go from that to a B average in one semester.
Terms like assertion, thesis, and elaboration seemed like a foreign language. I managed to slide by in English with good grades, but I never seemed to enjoy it. My junior year in high school changed my perspective on all of this. I showed up for my first day of junior year, not excepting things to be any different. My teacher stood in the front of the room and read the class syllabus in the same monotone voice while my classmates and I drifted in and out of consciousness.
They never read their textbooks or other learning material and they consistently cheated their way through school. The teachers in my high school did not help much, either. They did not push students to try their hardest and they did not challenge us. In my opinion, most of the students in my graduating class were not prepared for the rigorous curriculum of college. We were simply taught to pass the TAKS test, through whatever means necessary.
Jim Keenan English 101 It Puts The Lotion In The Basket As most kids gradually start to read more and more as they mature, I was one of the few who didn't learn to enjoy reading until senior year of highschool. The teachings of Tom Alessandri were the sole cause of my newfound appreciation for literature. All it takes is the inspiration of one individual to turn someone onto reading and writing. Tom Alessandri was the last highschool English teacher I had, taking his Science Fiction & Horror Literature class. While many people would be discouraged by the title of the class alone, I was intrigued and immediately signed up.
I had never taken a real composition class before so when I started my first English class for college it most definitely was not easy, and learning to be an academic writer is something one cannot master right away. There are rules to follow and routines to guide me when writing, just like when being a Care Giver. The first few weeks of being a Care Giver vs. being an Academic Writer I would have to say were about the same, it was hard and very stressful. The first thing we learned in academic writing was the definition of it, which is pretty much breaking down ideas to better understand something by the use of deductive reasoning, a formal voice and the use of third person. To better
We came from a small town in, Elyria, Ohio and I was the youngest of four children. Mr. Smith didn’t seem to care about what was going on in my home life and just wanted results. I remember turning in papers and they would come back marked up in read ink telling me all the mistakes I made, most of those mistakes where punctuations and spelling. I have never been a great speller and I remember in one of his assignments he had us do was to write an essay and hand out copies to out classmates for them to read. Before handing out my essay, I had Mr. Smith look my paper over to get his thoughts on how it read.
My injury occurred on May 28th 2012 and I started to struggle in school instantly. The lights bothered me, loud noises were unbearable, I could not concentrate or remember anything and worst of all I couldn’t read. So school and a concussion seemed to not add up. Unfortunately the concussion was taking over my schoolwork and I felt vulnerable. I missed the last three weeks of my sophomore year; however I got the grades I earned the whole trimester, consequently all A’s and B’s.
Mary Nelson 9/18/15 Reading 54 The first time I was given this essay, so many things were roaming around my head like, not knowing what to write, other assignments, personal issues, including another essay that was assigned to me from my English class. After all the negative thoughts was roaming in my head I realized that I needed to pull myself together and that this isn’t a math class and that I do much better in reading and English except math, even though I’m a little rusty from not writing or reading for a long time. As I was doing research on the topic, I looked up the word Sporadic, the definition of sporadic means now and then. What’s sporadic is immigrants coming to the U.S to experience the American Dream, immigration isn’t just happening now, it has been happening back then too, and immigration will continue to live as long as were living. As Americans some of us take for granted our freedom, our dreams including being equal, and we take for granted achieving goals.
My greatest accomplishment is I made it to high school. It wasn't easy for me because I never did very well in my classes, especially on tests. I was so afraid that I wasn't going to pass my End-Of-Grade tests to get out of elementary school, much more nervous about middle school, but somehow I did it. I remember when the test's started at the end of the year I was so stressed and worried that I wasn't going to pass. It all started in 6th grade when we had End-Of-Grade tests.