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During my first semester of college I was enrolled in a freshman English class. I began to notice college was nothing like high school. In high school I could wait till last minute to complete an essay and still get an A on the paper with little to no effort. When my first college essay was due I waited till the day before to finally sit down and start writing my paper. I turned my paper in with confidence thinking I was going to get an A. We received our papers back two days later; I was stud to see I had gotten a low C on my paper.
One that stood out to me the most was Melanie's, who was a recent high school graduate and had just made the immensely stressful transition to Lakeshore community college. She states, “ I never realized how fast college would be -- comparing one year of high school with one semester of college. Its really fast pacing. Like, i'm taking french right now and that has really kicked me in the bum. Because in highschool, you have two weeks to learn one section.” I was able to relate to what she was saying. College is very fast pace and highly stressful compared to how high school was. Students were able to take time on assignments, make time for assignments and not feel as if they are being pressured to know the answers immediately. Many teachers want assignments turned in a couple days after students barely learned the new material. In college everything is thrown at you and you are now expected to know exactly what to do and have the assignments completed on time. That alone can cause stress and can cause a student to feel as if they should just give
In my past writing assignments it seemed to be that we were learning everything step by step, where as in college more is expected from me as a writer. As a high school student it was quite easy to push everything off till the last moment. Those two o'clock nights were very frequent when a six-page research paper was due the next day. As a college student the requirements are more challenging and not something that can be pushed back till the very last second. It seems strange to me that starting earlier for a college paper and working twice as hard on it, receiving a lower grade on it than I would have in high school is upsetting to think about, but is so true. When coming into the semester I was unaware of what was expected from me, but as the semester progressed I was able to get a better understanding of the course and how to look critically at myself as a writer. I know that these are qualities that I will use for many years to come.
My first college English class was ENC 1101 at the State College of Florida. In this course, I learned a vast amount of information about writing, reading, and grammar. When I first walked into ENC 1101 in August, I expected the class to be like any other English class in High School; with rushed busy work and a lot of useless tests and quizzes. However, throughout each week of the semester, Professor Knutsen’s class made me beg to differ. This class was not like any other high school English class. In this class I actually learned important information and did not do work just to complete it. This class had a few assignments here and there, enough to maintain, in order to learn proper information. I learned a lot in this class because I was not rushed to
My sixteen week class in English 111. I was really nervous about this class. Because English has never been my strong point. This class has hard, but fun all at the same time. I learn a lot from this class. Meanwhile,the first day of class you handed a paper with a question on it. “The first thing I want to say to you who are students is that you must not think of being here to receive an education; instead, you will do much better to think of being here to claim one.” Even though putting my all in what I have learned, claiming my education with hard work because using the skills of the meal plan, as we write to different audiences and learning to be a Critically thinker as I start becoming a critically-Literate Citizenship.
I knew that I would have to work hard after spring break. For me, writing a college essay is very difficult because English is not my first language, but I try my hardest to succeed when it comes to working on something I struggle with.
It took me a while to realize that it was possible to do well in college English if you put your best effort on it. It was hard for me because in High school I procrastinated a lot and I didn’t try hard to get good grades, but as soon as my freshmen year started, I began to
This semester was my very first semester as a college student. Being the first, it was probably the semester I would learn the most in. I learned the expectations for writing that I will have to live up to for the next four years of my college career. Though my high school teachers were usually demanding because I was in the Honors English section throughout high school, writing in college has still ?raised the bar? for me. Also, in high school, we would have weeks to pick a topic, create a thesis, outline the paper, write the paper, and then revise the paper. In college, the time restraints are not quite as lenient. I?ve had to learn to manage my time and be more productive with what free moments I have. Strangely enough, I?ve found the college English experience to be much more rewarding and enjoyable than in high school.
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand,and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
“I’m sorry,” words I often say too much. It is like admitting defeat to the situation. Though I believe what I did was not wrong, they say I have to apologize. I want to protest but I need to show remorse and that it will not happen again. I have apologized so much that I don’t even mean it anymore. I forget that it is supposed to be sincere and real but when I say it means nothing. The feelings have gone away and I’m like a broken record apologizing for everything I did wrong. Before I believed that you were only supposed to apologize when you mean it but I just apologize to get out of trouble. There was an incident in my fifth-period class. It started with me trying to help a classmate to understand the work we were given. The teacher kept telling me to turn around
My first semester at Michigan State University was filled with many challenges that have made me a better student. It tested my ability to work under pressure, as well as encouraging me to properly plan out a healthy work schedule. Most importantly, it put the responsibility solely on my shoulders. Not only did this require me to stay on top of my work, but it encouraged me to find value in the work I was doing. All of this allowed me to look back at the semester and see drastic changes in my abilities. This was especially noticeable in my writing course, a subject that I have struggled with my whole life. Throughout the semester, with the proper resources, I was becoming an experienced writer, and learned many skills that I struggled with in the past.
I recall feeling frustrated because all my efforts were made towards writing an interesting essay that went totally unnoticed. So many of us had teachers that would only grade grammar and punctuation and
In my eleventh grade year, I had a very challenging English teacher who said the first day of class that achieving an A in her class was almost impossible. So, while many students were immediately discouraged by her comment, I accepted it as a challenge, I worked extra hard to achieve an A. Unfortunately, I was not successful; however, I never quit trying. Quarter 1, I got a B. Quarter 2, a B. Quarter 3, another B. By Quarter 4 I was more determined than ever to get an A, and I did everything possible to achieve my goal, but another B was issued on my last report card of eleventh grade.
My first experience going to college didn’t go as planned as my dreams of becoming a professional fell from grace when I couldn’t find my car. I have been to campus so many times before. The first time, in fact, was only to ask for information. Then; I had to come to take an English proficiency test since I didn’t go to school in the United States. Another day; I’ve come to show that I knew my numbers, not to mention to prove my residency in order to get in-state tuition. I have lost count how many times I have actually come to campus before classes even began.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
My first impression of college English was writing, writing and even more writing. Boy, was it true. I was afraid of going to college, especially afraid to take college English. This is my first semester in college and I knew I was taking a risk by enrolling into the online version of college English. My college advisor advised me of how intensive the workload is compared to the class done in the classroom. Nevertheless, I put on my big girl pants and enrolled. Though the class was tough, I learned so much than I thought was possible. I learned the importance of writing and I feel if I continue to work on my writing skills, it will make me a better writer in the future.