Mr.Klingenberger, The 4th in-class essay we did was different from the previous three about a good something. It was about whether or not high school years are some of the best years in your life. It came as a surprise to me because it was a topic different from the others. So I had a bit of a rough start. I took extra time thinking about my high school years, and what awaited me in the future. I had lots of evidence for my paper.In the first paragraph, I wrote about how hard it is to work everyday after you complete your education. Afterwards, I wrote about the difficulty of making friends after you are done with your education. I finished the paper a few minutes before the bell rang. I turned it in thinking it was missing something.When you gave us our grades, you later told me that I needed to have stronger warrants.I received a 4 on my 4th in-class essay which was better than the class average. Which I would try to work on in my …show more content…
Simple enough prompt I thought. But when it was time to write it down I wasn’t sure of what to talk about. I wrote down 3 global problems on the planning sheet and thought about what I could use as evidence. The one that I thought had the most supporting evidence:poverty. So I decided to use poverty as my problem. I started the intro with a story but as I started my first paragraph, while writing it I thought you know what would be cool? Having my whole essay be like a story. That was what I did, and it was a bit risky. After turning it in I thought, that was such a bad essay. Maybe even the worst in the class. I was doubting the risk I took.When I got my essay back I was relieved to see that my risk was worth it because I got a 4. I still had the same problem as the fourth one though. Also, my essay didn’t have enough evidence because it was a story. I’ll be sure to fix up these problems in my sixth essay I
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
The first day of my junior year I was extremely overwhelmed by this class; all the essays we were required to write in the first week didn't help much either. However, since the beginning of the year I have learned so many useful and important lessons which have guided my learning throughout this first semester and, I'm assuming, will continue to guide me for the rest of my high school experience and beyond. In addition, I have made many goals which pertain to essays I have written, and I believe I have met those goals.
This is one of the best essays I ever wrote. It was also the easiest and quickest to write because I had fun doing it. It was amazing how much my writing improved when I decided to have fun with it. "Forced" writing never turns out well no matter how skilled the writer is.
The movie “The Class Divided” was a very inspirational movie because it taught a lesson on discrimination and racism. The film covers Jane Elliot experience with the “eye-color” exercise and it shows how the participants responded to being a victim of discrimination. The teacher who came up with the exercise was a third grade –teacher that wanted to explain to her kids the reasons behind Martin Luther King death. She divided each class she taught up by their eye color and treated them according to whatever eye color was more superior that day. Her lesson influenced and inspired the younger kids and older adults because it taught them a life learning lesson that could stick with them for years to come.
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
Writing is a difficult and complex process which requires dedication to master. Even with all the time in the world, no final draft is going to be perfect and there are going to be a lot of bumps and bruises on the path towards your perfect essay. One must prepare to sit in complete isolation and a room with dead silence so frightening that you can hear your own thoughts. My time throughout Composition I has been an experience in which I finally put together all the aspects of writing such as integrating quotes, using present tense, expanding my vocabulary, and pinning down my grammatical errors. The grade that I deserve is an A because I have taken small steps to improve my writing and it has shown in my grade.
This class has been significantly more difficult than any other English class I have taken all throughout high school. This semester, I have been introduced to different styles of writing that I have never been exposed to before. This class has been stressful, but also fun. With using all of the resources I have been given throughout the semester, I have been able to do my best to further my writing abilities and hopefully only continue to grow them as I finish my later years in college. Throughout this essay, I will discuss my failures, my successes, my overall performance in the class, and my skill development skills.
I continue my service work at SME, in the same classroom helping Ms. Alonso in the engineering classroom. It is a separate classroom where kids come once a week to build something which gives them opportunities to participate some hands on experiences. Kids are brought to the engineering classrooms by their classroom teachers, however the classroom teacher does not stay for the engineering class. I assume it is either a break for the classroom teacher or they just work on to get ready. I have gone to SME 8 times since I turned in journal #1. On my first journal I have mentioned that signing in with the new computerized system was problematic. I got used to signing in at the office, however most of the times computer is not working for checking
This class is one I thoroughly enjoy. With our use of the skeleton, by movement, and by videos, I can say I have learned quite a bit on movement. I’ve learned safe and healthy ways of movement which reflecting on it I wasn’t aware of before. You keep a very light and open attitude to learning, and you keep a nice pace for the class. I like how the learning is fun and if we’re not getting something you come up with a new way of trying it out.
Waiting with anticipation to discover my defining moment, the moment that makes or breaks each student in the class, our final. I sank down in my chair wondering if I would pass or fail the college level English class that I had struggled with all semester. Our teacher walked into the classroom, wearing his usual white pants with a blue collared shirt and a red bow tie. He grinned as his eyes peeked over the rim of his bifocal glasses, as he casually walked to the other end of the classroom. My heart sank into my chest while his words sizzled off his tongue, "ESSAY." He then began to inform us that the essay should have at least one book source and 1200 words of information on a topic given. Everyone in the class moaned because people never use books any more. It seemed ridiculous to most when the information is just a click away.
Most people writing this type of essay would talk about their high grades, athletic performances, or other academic achievements. That’s not my story.
I had been waiting for an essay to be assigned to us. But, by the second or third week, we had not got an assignment. A month passes by and we finally got our first assignment that I had been dreading. It was for an essay. I was nervous because I had not wrote a paper in thirteen years. I didn’t even know where to start when it came to writing an essay. But with the help of a very good friend and my English 98 teacher, Dr. Evans, they showed me that I could do it and how not to stress over an essay.
Without reservation writing my Narrative Essay was by far my favorite writing assignment of the term. I struggled with the Persuasive Essay a little more than then Narrative, however I did better with the Persuasive Essay. For the Persuasive Essay, I struggled most with transitioning from one paragraph to the next. I also had a couple grammatical errors, however not as many as I have had in previous writings. I was ecstatic when I got my grade back from my first draft of my Persuasive Essay because of the feedback I had got on my thesis. My introduction paragraph which contained my thesis
But the fact of that matter is that I was honestly didn’t give a crap about school. Who on rare occasions would actually show up to my classes. This was partly because I didn’t find any interest in going and partly because every time I went to school I felt constantly attacked by the people at my school. I was the target of the bullies. It made my life miserable for me. More importantly the majority of classes I chose to skip were my morning classes, I didn’t go to my morning classes because I felt that my sleep was more important. My teen years were an odd time for me, my family and I moved three times. (Morning Edition) I started as I said before in Indianapolis, Indiana later moving to Michigan then to Birmingham, Alabama where i went to a boarding school, Indian Springs School in Indian Springs Village. and finally I moved to Orlando, Florida. Traveling was something I liked but hated also at the same time it’s hard to go from place to place going from having friends to having none at all. My constant anxiety didn’t help me much either. The constant struggle of finding worth and meaning in my life and I felt like I felt that in writing so I finally started applying myself to school. While in College however I applied my whole self to the material I was given I seemed answers to everything. The world the people in the world life it was a huge question mark to me still is but I got a further explanation of many things throughout College. I went to College at Kenyon College and graduated in 2000 double majoring in English and Religious studies. (Newsmakers) I left my dream of being a preacher to pursue my dream of being a writer. My English teacher told me that my writing wasn’t very good but the stories that I told to others was where my talent was and if I worked on that skill that’s when I could quit my job as a chaplain and begin my
Learning to further expand my knowledge of how to properly write a college essay has been a fulfilling journey. In high school, advance placement English was the most pivotal class for me because it required me to think and perform on a higher level. I felt as if I could I mastered how to convey my thoughts into a essay, but after receiving my first college English 1101 grade back, I realized I did no master the skill as well as I thought I did. I received an eighty on my first paper, this was a huge shock considering that I received all A’s on all my English papers in high school. My grade was justified considering I made plenty of broad statements like “The color choice used by Rosenbaum is genius”, and did not give further explanation on the statement. Luckily, Professor Gallagher offered extra credit if I submitted a post write reflecting on what I did well and what I can improve on. Though the extra two points on my paper was fantastic, the