I have heard the saying, “that ignorance is bliss”, it was for me until I found myself working a mind numbing unskilled job. This is how I came to realize that ignorance is not always bliss. When I started school, my mother homeschooled me and my older brother at the dining room table. It was midafternoon and the sun shined its bright warm rays into the dining room. At that time reading and writing seemed so easy. I thought, “Why and how could no one know that this is important? Now I can communicate what I am wanting to say with others.” At first, I loved it because it opened a world of possibilities. Now I could let my parents know when I woke up before them, that I was outside playing so they would not worry. And not only for playing, …show more content…
Which caused me to dread reading and writing even more than I already did because of the way she taught. She would use student’s papers for examples and make it clear who’s paper it was without showing the class the name on the paper. She would then proceed to make a mockery of that student saying things that alluded to calling students stupid. I did my best to avoid having to answer any questions from her, but one day she got me. Well, she got ahold of my paper and just completely tore it apart piece by piece and what I took away from that experience is I am just stupid. That experience made me hate the reading and writing solely because it was related to that teacher. I as well mentally drew a parallel between reading and writing and feeling stupid and so I figured the further I could stay away the better off and the happier off I would be. So, I squeaked through high school and like all good things high school ended and I …show more content…
I hated getting up and going to work every day. Doing the exact same thing every day having the exact same conversations every day with the exact same people. Don’t get me wrong Gun Dog Supply is a great place to work, and I am more than thankful to have a job. But it felt as if I worked in a cave and only came out to drive home and sleep. So, I thought to myself, “I must find what career path I am going to take I have to find something that I can tolerate for the rest of my life and might even enjoy sometimes.” And reading and writing is key to that so, that’s when I decided I would bite the bullet and face literature once again because it is always going to be there and it is something that I am going to have to learn to get along with to get an education to start a better career to better my life and hopefully the life of my wife and kids down the road. I have come to find out that through the past couple of weeks of English Composition 1 that reading and writing is not as aggravating now that I have a purpose behind what I am
Just like Rose, I did not bother switching classes and I continued with the enrollment. Rose and I both made the best of the situation but I knew I was not meant to be in that class. I achieved exceptional test scores and wrote unbelievable papers in that class. My teacher for 8th grade English was the exact opposite of a literacy sponsor. My English teacher closely resembled that of Roses’ teacher Brother Dill. My teacher was exceedingly unenthusiastic about his job and the capabilities of his students. He did not teach me to succeed but to only pass by the bare minimum. He tore apart the essays I wrote and broke down my literacy confidence. Throughout this I maintained a empowering spirit about my writing and reading
English in its entirety can be simply described as author, biologist and physician, Lewis Thomas had once said, “We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other” (Thomas 120). The impact literature can bring onto others is simply amazing and is a gift that should be shared with everyone. This spring semester has quickly broadened my perspective. Being that this is my freshman year in college I prodded around ideas of what majors I had interests in. I toyed around with political science, but I found that I spent more time on arguing with what the political figures stood for than actually studying. I was almost certain I wanted to be an interior designer but I became overly fixated on how to properly draw three dimensional boxes to further myself any farther. Truth be told, I am the type of person who rather create something encrusted with detail than something cut in dry like politics or basic shapes. I have always have had a love for literature and especially poetry. At age eight I became a published poet in a children’s book. Even at a young age I knew with words I can create something to quench my need to express how I feel about a certain topic or issue. Therefore I have recently declared myself as a literature major. Through the structured English 1B's course and power of words from authors; Boisseau, Bishop, Glaspell and Ibsen I have gained valuable life lessons .
In fifth grade, I had a teacher by the name of Mrs. Sera. Even typing her name gives me this cold feeling inside; she eerily resembles Miss Viola Swamp from the children’s book Miss Nelson is Missing. Viola Swamp was “the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world.” Mrs. Sera, on the other hand, my full-time educator and seemingly just as mean. She had a long pointy chin, a fairly large nose, and extremely thin lips that rarely ever smiled just like Miss Swamp. During this year leading up to middle school, I struggled in every subject: math, science, social studies, and language arts. The only parts of the day I succeeded in were recess and lunch. I remember one day, I had a test in science. I received a 23%. This is still the lowest grade
“Wounmee, come back here.” I stopped on my way back to my desk, wondering what I did now. “Can you explain to me what you were intending to do here?” My teacher hands me back my essay with her eyebrows knitted together and her forehead crinkled in confusion. I took the paper and carefully inspected i. To my shock I had written some words in the first paragraph backwards and upside down. Embarrassed, I quickly hurried to my desk and changed the words back to normal. This time when I handed in my essay, she gave me a condescending look, making me feel crummy.
Then She immediately inform the school that the class were too easy for me, but instead of giving me a chance to try a harder course they suggested me to remain in the same class. In other words, the school think my english skill wasn’t good enough. Keep in mind I was a first grader, I’m ignorance in the sense of meaning behind people’s saying, so instead of fighting back I stayed in the “mad house” for 2 straight years. In those years, I tried terribly hard to convince my teacher that I am not part ELL class, but there’s no
Were you ever a student in middle school who loved being at school? No class could ruin the fun you had with your friends. That is until you had that one class where the teacher seemed to have a grudge against you. No matter what you did he/she would give the worst grade possible. That one teacher would ruin every essay you did even after the class.
The saying goes “what you don't know doesn't hurt you”. Granted, that does somewhat make sense. But this ignorance that supposedly protects you from some aspects of life, can put you in a dangerous situation that was never intended. People find themselves in harm’s way regularly from not having knowledge on even some very basic situations as they are ignorant about the way the world is these days.
Reading and writing have made a huge difference in my life. Throughout my reading and writing career, I have had my ups and downs on how I feel about it. In elementary school I was more positive about both of them because I knew I was learning and I was really eager to learn. In high school, I had years when I loved reading and writing and years where I didn’t like it. During my college experience, I have had a mostly positive feeling about reading and
As a writer, I struggled my first semester, which took a huge toll on my excitement for both English and writing. Although, I came to realize that with a little help, proofreading, and editing (several times), I was able to generate a well-written essay or at best an average one. Regardless of my poor start, I continued to appreciate my love of English language arts courses. I was blown away by all the juicy classical literature and landmark poems I was able to read and comprehend. I loved all of my classes in college, and I honestly enjoyed the readings! There is so much that can be learned from examining literature and research. Without having read and wrote countless assignments about various topics, novels, poems, and more, I do not believe I would still be motivated to become a high school English teacher and literature professor. My love of reading is a love that I hope will be contagious enough for my future students to capture and spread. In the meanwhile, my continuous love of the Brothers Grimm Tales has inspired a concentration in Children’s literature for my second master’s degree, and I am almost positive that I have conjured a snippet of my future dissertation as well from observations in select