As I journeyed through high school I struggled to find motivation to read even the assigned novels and reading. Eventually, I fell victim to the allure of spark notes and the time it saved. After sports were over for me the distraction became a job. Working six days a week at Zaxbys left no time for trivial pleasures such as reading. My saving grace became AP English IV my senior year.
I have always just gave myself the excuse that I am not a good writer and that’s how I am going to live. After reading chapter one I recognize that I have been letting myself live without giving myself a chance to catch up and learn what I need to know about the subject. After learning what is taught to me in this class I will need to keep using my new writing skills or they will be lost. My strengths are reading and understanding the assignment, typing the paper on the computer and generating creative writing skills. My weakness are using correct English grammar and punctuation, staying on topic and citing and references.
Through my high school career, I always followed the motto of receiving and completing one task and then moving onto the next. Therefore, I would have to say that I have always been the type that reads “with the grain.” I would rather work with the author’s ideas as opposed to reproducing an argument in terms of my own personal experience. In other words, arguing is not my area of expertise. When I read a book, I often think of the work put into the writing and place myself in the writer’s situation. I find myself lost in thought of how they create ideas to generate their writings and find this to be a difficult task.
Washington. Booker T. Washington was a slave who wanted to read. Eventually he was able to read but it took a while to teach him. When I was in kindergarten I wanted to read novels but I couldn't comprehend them. So, I kept trying to read them and pretty soon I got the hang of reading novels.
Like Marius who makes an outline so do I. For example when I did my essay in English 103B where I had to include two concepts from a book, I made an outline in that section including some of the possible concepts. I also did this where I could throughout the essay. However, I didn’t sit down and write for an hour like Marius. Instead, I took my time and I wrote on line paper to begin my first draft.
Reflective Reading Response When I first read Shiloh, I had to go back and read the story again, which was frustrating because I had waited until the morning to read the story a second time. I am glad that I reread it though, because it completely changed my outlook on the story. At first, I looked at it from a shallow-minded perspective. All I looked at was the main ideas and blew off the rest of the material. When I read it for the second time, I found an appreciation for the literature we were reading.
Although I hadn’t yet become comfortable writing about my past during the first few quarters of school, I enjoyed writing for academic growth. I enjoyed analyzing and debating the issues, reflecting on books we had read, or just journaling my thoughts about the day. It wasn’t until my second year at Evergreen that I was able to revisit some of my past experiences and childhood memories by writing a required memoir for one of my classes. This process was very difficult, and I found myself re-writing over and over again. The experience, although very painful has sparked a desire in me to tell my life
Malcolm X never knew that so many words existed! So he set up a system that took about a day were he read out loud, then read back to himself everything he written on the table her read over and over again then he realize he could read his own hand writing words is all Malcolm X thought about. Malcolm X was also could remember what all the words meant and definition. Malcolm X was fascinated with learning the words copying the dictionary he also learned of people places and
I sat at my desk petrified by the announcement of the in-class essay, a three page rhetorical analysis. How was I supposed to write a rhetorical analysis when I had never written something that did not start with "My dear diary.." or "Once upon a time.."? I felt hopelessly lost. My entire life I had viewed that being homeschooled was a great advantage, in many ways it was, but now I needed some writing skills that I clearly lacked. I sat staring at the blank computer screen, scraping my brain for the right words.
That was a long time ago, almost like two years ago. Writing has been something that I used to love to do way back when I was still in high school. Now, I write only if there needs to be something written, most usually with school assignments. I even feel like my writing skills have rusted and that I do not know anymore how to write passionately. As they say, everything deteriorates if they are no longer used.