I never wanted to see them again.Soon my daddy came home. He picked me off my bed, where I was watching television. He took me into the living room where Matilda sat on the table next to us.My dad excitedly asked, like he did every day, “Are you ready to see how Ms. Honey finds her way out of the house?”I said “No. I don’t care. I actually hate that book!”My dad looked at me with confusion.
An example of a lie I personally told was one in 7th grade when my English teacher had assigned me a project that required me to read a book and make a poster with information on the book. I turned the poster into my teacher, but the poster I made was complete bullshit. I made up a book and did the poster on that, but the teacher had looked up the book and realized I lied about my project. If Stephanie Ericsson was to associate my lie with a name she stated in the essay it would most likely be an omission. Ericsson defines omission as “Telling most of the truth minus one or two key facts whose absence changes the story completely” (Ericsson 2), since I told my teacher I finished the project, but not that I didn’t do it correctly nor that I didn’t read a book.
On moving from Primary school to Secondary I thought that I had conquered the art of writing. I carried the skills and style that I had developed at the Primary level. Again my frustration level reared its head. The teachers at the secondary level were not impressed with either my writing or reading. My list of books read was unacceptable.
Trying to compartmentalize and break it all down into generalized topics to follow made my work become overly stiff and choppy. The hardest writing assignment I could say I’ve ever had was sophomore year in high school. Our government class was assigned a 6 page minimum paper, fully researched with proper citings, the subject matter being microeconomics. I do remember everyone in the class thinking our teacher had dropped his brain on the sidewalk after reading this assignment at the beginning of the semester long class. Having such a broad topic with such overwhelming information, using an outline as the prewriting was necessary to properly write that paper organized well and without incorrect
When I was in high school I experienced a bad teacher in English, then that following year I had an excellent English teacher. The bad English teacher kept to the same old ways of teaching by requiring us to memorize boring vocabulary words, and work out of the Text book to learn grammar. We would walk in and she would tell the assignment and then we would barely hear her speak throughout the remainder of the classroom period. My classmates and I dreaded going to this class everyday and most of us had very poor grades resulting from
And while I had my toys and my friends around I still had to be responsible about doing my homework and wake up every morning and wear my clothes to go to school. I learned to do everything by myself and. Finally after one year my dad decided that we can go to see my mom. At the first time, I did not feel anything when I saw her because I could not remember her as a mom. This really hurt me as
I’ve had an experience in which the minutes I took weren’t written effectively, therefore everyone ended up going in different directions & then had to meet again for the same original purpose. Whereas if the meeting minutes are written well, everyone gets the same notes and are all on the same page. Everything that I’ve learned in school and even on my job has helped me in my adult life to be able to write resumes, cover letters, applications, etc. Even in my personal life as a mom, everyday my son comes to me for pen and paper. Because He’s only 23 months, He scribbles all over the paper but I still feel that it’s my obligation as a parent to take his hand and guide him.
Why I Hate English Class (essay one) In a lot of countries, school is taken very seriously and teachers are looked at as the people trusted with teaching others what they need to know to enter the world. Many may say some classes are more important than others and some may like one subject more than another. This could be because it’s too hard or the class may be too boring. But the reasons I hate English, are the long drawn out essays, the thick novels we are always assigned to read, and the ever-changing rules to how the English language is spoken and written. The long essays are the first on my list to explain why I hate English so much.
Literacy Narrative Johanna Eldredge Southern Technical College Jennifer Polk The biggest obstacle that I have encountered in my ability why to read and write are my Learning disabilities. I was diagnosed at the age of 7 with Dyslexia and it has caused me much frustration. I has no idea why other kids could read out loud so well and I couldn’t. I had no idea why it took me so long to read a few pages of a book when other kids were almost done with the chapter. I had no idea why I couldn’t even sit down to write a paper when other kids were doing their essays in the span of a couple hours.
I started skipping class, leaving the campus and just generally not caring about my education. That soon got to my parents ears and it started creating problems at home. My parents began to see me differently. They didn't trust me as much took away my privileges such as using the phone and going out to my friends house. At the time i though being a rebel and disrespecting was "cool" i have no idea what i was thinking if everything just began to go downhill from there.