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.
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.
She understands that people come from different environments and everyone can learn; they just need to be motivated. Mary once blamed the poor academic skills the students have today on things like drugs and divorce for poor motivation and concentration. She describes starting the day with concentration principles buy the way she walks into her class. If her style of teaching doesn’t work then she will fail the student. Mary’s son a High School senior was in the jeopardy of flunking English.
I would have cheer practice early in the morning and then have class shortly after and be exhausted, I would have to go eat me a red bull in order to be able to think straight. There would be days that I would have homework online and not do it because, I would forget or be too tired to finish my homework. I noticed that this was becoming a distraction since, my grades we starting to drop. This was not good because I had to retake classes that I should have passed the first time but choose to goof off and entertain myself rather than do what was important. Since cheerleading was so time consuming I still found time for my personal
She states multiple times that the children within the education system are being cheated every day because they are not being forced to read more difficult books. “Such benefits are denied to the young reader exposed only to books with banal, simple-minded moral equations as well as to the student encouraged to come up with reductive, wrong-headed readings of mulitlayered texts” (Prose 97). The reader can blatantly see that Prose thinks negatively of the high school curriculum that today's students face. It seems clear that Prose does not want to hide her personal view or feelings, so she starts her essay out in a way that we do not have to read between the lines to get a sense of how she feels about what she is writing. She uses more emotional language when she says, "The intense loyalty adults harbor for books first encountered in youth is one probable reason for the otherwise baffling longevity of vintage mediocre novels, books that teachers may themselves have read in adolescence"(Prose
“My school and my tribe are so poor and sad that we have to study from the same dang books our parents study from; that is absolutely the saddest thing in the world”. Junior then throws the book at the Mr. P, the teacher. In retrospect, he throws it to show just how poor his rez is and that he now has to use the same textbook his mother used. Junior, feeling even more hopeless, decides to leave the Spokane Reservation and its problems with poverty, domestic violence, and alcoholism; He then finds the school with the most hope, the rich, white school in Reardan, after talking to Mr. P. “You kill Indians?” Junior asks; “No, no, it’s just a saying” (4). Mr. P reveals to Junior that his teacher’s training at the Spokane Reservation was focused on striping the children of their culture; their songs, stories, language, and dancing.
Fear and frustration are the first feelings that pop in my heart when I have to write a paper. From dawn to dusk, I feel overwhelmed, inadequate and apprehensive when I have to write. For my agony writing an essay has become my nightmare. I abominate the feeling of staring at a blank piece of paper with the knowledge that I am expected to fill it with creative ideas and appropriable writing techniques. In fact, every time I just hope that my brain will come with something creative that I could start with.
By the time that we were in middle school, the majority of my friends felt that reading was a chore and turned their noses up at any books I'd suggested to them. It's only logical to conclude that there is some grievous error that teachers are making between first grade and junior high school. That's not to say that students cannot be rescued from this loathing of books during high school, but by the manner that high school teachers present them, that isn't a likely prospect. The serious decline of youths reading literature that Francine Prose notes in her essay is a depressing, almost tragic circumstance. If reading is exercise for the brain, then are teachers doing enough in other areas of education to promote thinking?
I tried to keep focus but my solitude was starting to become unbearable. Yes there were many students around but they all seemed to have their own network since they knew their classmates from their previous schools while all of my friends were in regular ed classes. I started to rebel and slacked off so much that teachers began to wonder why i was in a advanced class since they thought i couldn't hack their work load when in reality all i wanted to do was be placed in regular ed just to be with my friends. Odd and dumb reason, i know but I didn't know that at the time. Eventually I was moved from classes due to my insubordination and i was content at the time.
Now having to research and provide proper citings to given topics, of which I often had no interest. I began to detest writing, the practice of being forced to plan and propagate my thoughts on paper in fancy ways to “get ideas”. I always asked myself “what’s the point of ideas scattered in bubbles on a paper?” way too disorganized and it never once helped me to “gain ideas”. In fact nine out of ten times creating the prewriting exercises was harder than actually sitting down with a blank page and just writing because I was always able to just write what flows in my mind. Trying to compartmentalize and break it all down into generalized topics to follow made my work become overly stiff and choppy.