My English is so poor; I want to improve my English. First time, I avoided classes that involved a lot of writing, as I was still intimidated by past failures. But when poor writing began to affect my grades in other courses, I decided to take a composition class. Now, I use my On Course textbook in my English class, this journal will help me about self-awareness. I began to see how negative scripts could cause problems.
I tried going to alternative school while working and pregnant but that did not last but a semester either. I was to worried about what my child’s father was doing that I also quit going to that school. Six months after having my first child I ended up pregnant with my second one. I knew from then that I had no chance of ever going back. So I got married at 17 and started just playing the house wife and mom, till it came to me having to find a job.
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.
The teacher then gives him a detention until half past two. He starts to feel anxious and confused because he hasn’t learnt time yet. ‘First Day at School’ is about a young child that on their first day at school. He starts to get worried and confused because of not being at his safe home. He misunderstands many things like he thinks classrooms are glassrooms and he thinks lessons are called lessins which he thinks are small and slimy creatures.
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 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.
By joining this English 101 class, I feel that I learned a lot of things. Though sometimes I did not understand some of the things that being delivered during the class, I feel blessed that I can learn on how to write correctly. I found out that I need to make a kind of brainstorming before I make the essay. After that, I need to make a rough draft, which will be
Yes, writing intimidates me. I am also a returning student and I am fluent in Spanish and English as a result making me think everything twice. Furthermore, through my school years, I have built writing insecurities caused by people I have known and a few English teachers who were good old fashioned bullies, making me in a sense hypersensitive to my writing. I wish in a blink of an eye they would all appear and be part of my English Comp I class today. As that concept ferments in my mind, I perk up, as a diabolical sneer comes across my face.
When I first found out I wouldn’t be graduating, it was an Eye Opener for me. I had no clue what I would do, Consequently, I couldn’t pass the algebra 1 EOC test, along with the SAT or ACT. I thought to myself if I could at least have good enough grades I will get by. I don’t know why I thought that. I just really hoped for the best, later down the road 2 months have passed, I was sitting in 7th period and then my teacher got a call telling me to head down to the guidance counselor called me down, we talked about the direction I was going, my GPA was right where it should be.
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.