Ever since entering high school, English would be considered as my second hardest class seeing how I mostly got C as graded work. One of the major reason as to why my grade is low was because of how badly I write my essay/poetry; full of error and using repeated word that talk around in circle making my essay look like a grade school paper. I also I’m not comfortable at writing or letting other see my work; when in return make my inside feel like spitting out blood whenever I finish my essay and letting them look at the finishing product. It wasn’t until I learn E.P.L, short for ethos, pathos, logos that my writing seem to improve and got a better grade than my past essay.But I mostly use logos, as it was still really difficult for me to employ
what I learn into my essay. That was when I just enter high school and in my freshmen year, now I’m still consider english as one of the toughest class but it’s bearable. I learn to be somewhat at the same level as my peer regarding with writing work. Having knowledge over what I read really help with developing my writing style. I especially like to read poetry where they rhyme at every part and turn. Furthermore, the largely use of the rich vocabulary word make me want to just submerg myself to that realm and never return. This was where I learn to use rhyming, metaphor and simile to make my writing wordflow easier. As you can see in my poetry portfolio & reflection with the poem “Pride”, where I utilize the rhyme scheme of “a,b,a,b”/“c,c,c,c”/“d,d,e,d”; and the use of extended metaphor in “Dawn”, “dominic befriend a quick and easygoing fish whose were gifted with sharp tiger fangs;” (Stanza 3). I’m please to know that I can wield and apply what I learn in my assignment as they’ll surely help me in the future.
When I was first accepted into the AP Language & Composition course, I felt overwhelmed. I had always received above average grades in all subject areas, but because this was an AP course I was unsure if my English skills were up to par. During the summer, my anxiety about the course increased. I began to feel that my writing skills were inferior to the skills of my peers’. Before this course, I did not have a developed writing voice or style. I had little knowledge of what phrases or words to avoid using in writing. I started to wonder if I truly belonged in an AP course. After having completed this course, I have a better grasp of the English language and have acquired skills that have improved my writing.
This trimester I began the class English 101 with mixed feelings. Depending on the topic and style, I could really enjoy writing. However, there were occasionally times where I just did not feel much inspiration, and consequently, my writing quality was not exactly remarkable. My previous course to English 101 was AP Literature, where I learned how to analyze writing and write powerful papers. Although, to my disadvantage for this class, the teacher was more concerned about content than presentation and grammar technicalities. I learned to create good ideas and responses, and while I did possess the ability to convey them with proficiency, I could not express myself at a college level. Nonetheless, I can happily report that I have acquired these skills throughout English 101, learning to curb my near addiction to prepositional phrases, in addition to halting my use of coordinating conjunctions to begin sentences. I find it pleasing to read and compare my first essay to my latest one, seeing all of the differences and enhancements. My writing has improved through the trials of in-depth analyses and short deadlines, enabling me to perform my best no matter the style or topic. Overcoming the oppositions found in the class and my own
Ask yourself, how was your 8th grade year… Was it good, bad, fun, or stressful? Well most of my 8th grade year was bad but the ending actually turned out good. The start of my year was exciting, but that was just the beginning. As time went on and the work started to come in, that's when things turned south for me. I started stressing about everything I had to do, I was getting to overwhelmed. I would catch myself slipping constantly and it was worrying me because I didn't want to get held back a year. I slowly started to lose all interest in all of my work.
I have never liked writing; I always thought it was a waste of time. It was a great therapy but I never found academic writing to be useful just tedious. Only ever writing when I had too made it harder for my writing skills to grow or improve in any way. I have not taken an English class since the 10th grade, even then I never gave it much effort, just doing what I had to so I could pass the class. Then I jump in to College English 1010, I feel like I do well in all other subjects but this one. English is my worst nightmare.
I did not have a firm writing philosophy before this semester, but I to some degree I understood the importance writing can have on a situation. Now I understand that writing has two outcomes: gaining support or losing support. When writing an essay it is best if the writing is as specific as possible. This way the audience is hopefully not left with a confused opinion about the topic. Since the beginning of the semester I have put a conscious effort to change my writing style. Instead of the box format that is learned in high school I try to use a more graceful approach while still being organized. Also, I evaluate the credibility of a source before I use the information to support my thesis and understand the roles of using ethos, pathos, and logos. My assignments are now written with more developed thought by elaborating on ideas in the body paragraphs. By participating in the assignments throughout the semester I have accomplished, to different extents, the objectives for the English Composition 101 course. My writing has improved in multiple areas such as knowing who my audience is, and how writing drafts and making revisions help me evaluate the effectiveness of my essay. I am also aware that academic writing differs from day-to-day writing because for academic writing I need to present the most credible evidence in an organized format. Furthermore, I now can effectively evaluate my writing to know where I can improve.
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
Up until this year, before taking the class intermediate composition, I thought I was a terrible writer. I was right. Writing isn’t something that I enjoy doing, nor am I good at. Writing is difficult for me because I’m not very good at explaining things in a professional manner, that can be easily well written. While writing you are expected to make little to no mistakes, which is not something I’m great at. I am so much better at explaining things with verbal words rather than written words. I had not taken any extra writing classes before this year rather than the mandatory ones. Like I had stated before, I hate writing, with a passion. I dread writing anything, especially an essay for school, like this one. I’m
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself.
I've always been an observer. During my middle school years, I constantly observed the different types of personalities, different interactions, and even different settings but, I never commented on anything. I took in everything in my sight but could never spit out words to analyze it. Everything I saw I broke it down in my head and I was stuck on how to react.
15 years have passed since I was in first grade and I remember this teacher and if I recall correctly her name was Miss. Caroline, and she used to go on and on about me learning how to read with my father. You know you would she would be pleased or at least somewhat content that a first grader reads the way I used to, but on the contrary I guess she wasn’t. To be completely honest I was thinking of this the other day and today 15 years exactly on the same day of my first grade graduation I run into her (Miss. Caroline).
My years in public school were really rough for me. My 3 years in public high school were probably the worst, and also played the biggest part on my decision to switch over to online schooling. I want to inform all of the events that happened throughout my life to bring me to my last portion of my senior year, not actually attending traditional high school. First I want to give some background information on my early-formed hatred for school and the public education system. The first grade school I attended was a private school called Altamont Lutheran Interparish School or ALIS.
Four years ago I could have never pictured myself applying to colleges. It's unbelievable how life changes us! I arrived in America when I was 9 years old. Imagine starting your 4th grade school year with absolutely no knowledge in English.
My first year in public high school was horrific. I was not accustomed to the public education system. I felt like a plebe that the first month of my ninth grade. My math teacher, Ms. Misbah was our sergeant, commanding us to do our work. We had rules to obey in our classroom: Never talk while the teacher is talking, do your classwork and homework.
In eighth grade, my English teacher was Mr. L. He was a pretty ordinary English teacher, a little quirky at best. But what a lot of people don’t know is the lunches spent with him. A lot of people don’t know about the time after the bell rang for the school day.