Wait a second!
More handpicked essays just for you.
More handpicked essays just for you.
Role of the teachers
All about the hamlet play
Introduction to themes in hamlet
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Recommended: Role of the teachers
The Bored Pupil
'I hate writing', William thought as he slouched at his desk, his finger tracing the well worn letters, H...E...L...P carved into his desk; a desperate plea by a past pupil who may have actually died of boredom. William was your typical boy, brown hair tousled hair, brown eyes, average height, average weight, average in every way except for his, above average distaste for being bored. "Everybody hates writing," he muttered under his breath.
Glancing around at his classmates, they were all were exhibiting varying degrees of disinterest--Except for the girls, of course. They all sat up nice and straight, especially Sara, she had her hands clasped politely together on her desk, her pigtails aligned perfectly, showing off her
…show more content…
smug 'ask me' smile and flashing her 'I know the answer' eyes. Miss Burns walked down the aisles, slow and deliberate, like a warden delivering bad news from the governor.
She wore a plain dark gray flannel dress that would make drab seem festive, and a white, starched, high buttoned blouse. Her black, silver streaked hair was pulled back from her face, lifted and spun into her signature, extra tight bun. Miss Burns handed back the essays as she went from desk to desk.
Sensing a steely gaze boring through the back of his head, William sat up straight, as Miss Burn’s shadow crept across his desk. Peering over her spectacles she said, "William," pausing to emphasize the gravity of the situation, "this," dangling his paper between her thumb and forefinger, "is not good," she added, dropping the essay on his desk as if it were toxic waste. William quickly scanned the paper and saw a large 'F' with a minus after it. What the... but... how can you even get an F minus?, he thought.
Miss Burns, a step ahead of him, proceeded to tell him exactly how you can get an F minus. "William, you cite zero references, also, you fail to name even half of our past presidents, and you couldn't even name our current one...President James Buchanan!" She added, "So tell me William, have any ideas how you could have earned an F
…show more content…
minus?" William stammered out a few uh's and um's as the boys began snickering, and Sara and her pigtailed posse promptly raised their hands, declaring, "we know, we know". Frustrated, Miss Burns exclaimed, “QUIET!”, then turned and marched to the front of the classroom where she picked up a piece of chalk, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's try something different." Turning to the blackboard she started writing "Today's homework assignment is to write about anything you want, an essay, tell a story, fact or fiction, write whatever comes to mind, with a minimum of 500 words, and…she added with a wry grin, It's due tomorrow." The classes low murmuring was replaced with a collective groaning and dread. *** The next day, Miss Burns gathered the homework assignment with guarded optimism and spent the rest of the morning being brought back to reality after reading one disappointing paper after another. After lunch, she summoned the students to come up one by one to critique their sad scribblings. Drudging her way through the papers, she found a few bright spots of competent writing mixed in, mostly from girls, until she finally reached the bottom of the pile. Miss Burns picked up the last paper and said, "William, please come forward". Rising from his desk, William, reluctantly trudged to her desk. Holding up the paper so William could see it, she asked, "is this yours?" William leaned forward for a better look and replied, "Yes mam" while carefully trying to avoid eye contact. Miss Burns flipped back to the cover page and leveled her eyes at William, "this is not good", she paused, I say that because, the truth is, it's above good, it’s excellent. It's quite imaginative, with a well constructed plot mixed with a few surprises. “William, it really seems like you've found something, an interesting style, of course, it needs a lot of work, especially the grammar, but overall, it's quite promising.” Pointing to the title page she asked "what does this mean, this title?, letting him ponder her question for a moment, she added, "all things considered, it does offer a bit of irony don't you think?" William shrugged his shoulders, pushed his hair back from his eyes and said "I don't know mam, it didn't start out that way, it's just a story I made up, but as I wrote it, things just seemed to fall into place".
"I love it", she added, handing his paper back. "Very well, William, this is the quality of work and effort I now expect from you."
As William walked back down the aisle toward his desk, his classmates leaned out, craning their necks trying get a look at his miraculous paper. Passing by Sara — Whom he would one day marry — she offered a generous smile and gave a subtle nod of approval that seemed to say, 'welcome to the
club'. Sliding back into his desk, William was looking at something rare, something he had never seen before... shhhhh, quiet.., don't scare it away, he thought, while gazing at the beautiful 'A' marked on his paper. William Sydney Porter looked at his short story's title, 'I Hate Writing', and chuckled. Looking up, he realized the whole class was watching, including Miss Burns. The now, not so bored pupil who would one day use the pen name, 'O'Henry', laughed and announced, to no one in particular, "I love writing", and yes, he did recognize the irony, and he loved it as well. --The End--
...e does not discuss what she is writing, while she is writing it. She is afraid that if she speaks of it, it will wear out her idea. She says, “If you want to be a writer, I have two pieces of advice. One is to be a reader. I think that's one of the most important parts of learning to write. The other piece of advice is: Just do it! Don't think about it, don't agonize, sit down and write”.
What about writing and the writing process makes it so disliked and, in some cases, even feared? “Fun?” by Lex Runciman, an English teacher at the Linfield College in Oregon, is an insightful article that explores why many people don’t enjoy writing. He is a very credible author because he has taught college English classes for many years and has written and published several books. His main claim throughout the article is that many people dislike writing and feel that it is frustrating because it is not perceived as or made out to be fun, enjoyable, or rewarding. Runciman wrote this article because, at the time, he felt that there was not enough being done to reverse the negative image that surrounds writing. He wants his readers to realize through his article that writing and the writing process can actually be an enjoyable and rewarding experience. Runciman uses evidence, assumptions, and language and tone as a basis for his argument.
“I write because I love. I write for the survival of self, my children, my family, my community and for the Earth. I write to help keep our stories, our truths, our language alive”. (qtd. in Anthology 396.)
out to the students in his class. The reasons of these F’s are usually something that is
As every well-read person knows, the background in which you grow up plays a huge role in how you write and your opinions. Fuller grew up with a very strict education, learning multiple classic languages before she was eight years old. Fern grew up with writers all throughout her family and had a traditional education and saw first hand the iniquities of what hard-working had to contend with. Through close analysis of their work, a reader can quickly find the connections between their tone, style, content, and purpose and their history of their lives and their educational upbringing.
I frankly confess that I have, as a general thing, but little enjoyment of it, and that it has never seemed to me to be, as it were, a first-rate literary form. . . . But it is apt to spoil two good things – a story and a moral, a meaning and a form; and the taste for it is responsible for a large part of the forcible-feeding writing that has been inflicted upon the world. The only cases in whi...
Another emotion portrayed through the narrators language is disappointment. The center of the work is where the story takes a deep turn downward - and the black cloud presents itself. Mr. DonLeavy's presence was insult enough, but to say he was "glad to be here to see the work going on just as it was in the other schools" (838)...
My analysis over the development of my writing throughout this semester. I will assess many aspects of my experiences with English 1301 up to this point in the semester. I will explain the ways by which I have blossomed as a writer during this time. I will provide brief examples of my work to show what I am basing the evaluation of my writing on. What my conceptions of writing were, at the start of, the semester and compare it to what they are now. I will clarify how my work this semester reflects the concepts of writing and reading we have been working on and studying in class. I will tell about what and how particular reading assignments have been influential in my growth of creative ideas. Lastly, my interpretation of what it means to be a writer, and how my experiences this semester has influenced my opinion on writing.
The point the author, Russell Baker, is making in his essay, “Writing for Myself,” is quite evident. When Mr. Fleagle, Baker’s English teacher, assigned an informal essay to be completed as homework, Baker immediately became baffled by the daunting task. Though reluctant to start, Baker knew that it he had to swallow his animosity toward writing and select a topic to write on.
“Dad: [Bangs table, silverware jumps] ‘Cut the crap. She knows what’s up. The interim reports came today. Listen to me, young lady. I’m only going to say this once. You get those grades up or your name is mud. Hear me? Get them up!’ [Attacks baked potato.] Mom: [annoyed at being upstaged] ‘I’ll handle this. Melinda. [She smiles. Audience shudders] We’re not asking for much, dear. We just want you to do your best. And we know your best is much better than this. You tested so well, dear. Look at me when I talk to you.’” Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson
When trying to think of a positive writing experience I have had in my lifetime, particularly as a small child, I could not think of any. So I began to ask myself why is it that I do not like writing, what happened in my life for me to have such animosity towards the act. I was finally able to think of an event and realized that it had all begun in the 3rd grade. One day, as a punishment for talking during class, I was kept inside during recess and was forced to write Wise Old Owls until my hands began to cramp. For 45 minutes, I was only allowed to write the same old phrase over and over again; “The wise old owl sat on an oak, the more he heard, the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard, why can’t I be like that wise old bird”. To this day I can still remember that little rhyme and to this day I can remember that same feeling I felt as a elementary school student. From that point on I have always had an aversion for writing, it always seemed like a punishment. I still do not understand how people can journal. I don’t see how someone can sit down and write an entry or a novel just for the hell of it. It seems unnatural to me, but I guess that all of these feelings are just because I see writing as a punishment, an
” I was flunking four subjects and not applying myself and all. They gave me frequent warning to start applying myself--especially around midterms, when my parents came up for a conference with old Thurmer--but I didn't do it”[page 6]
Up north at Chico State University, a young man confessed to his friends that he sends his rough-draft essays to his mother for "proof-reading." His mother essentially woul...
To conclude, I learned something very important thanks to this task. In order for a writer to portray something that he despises, he does not have to use a dark and angry tone to convey the message. He can simply use humor which will allow the reader to get entertained and also understand exactly what the author is trying to
It was an obsession, and addiction even; making sure each letter was absolute. Each “T” proportionate, every “I’s” dots, a perfect ellipse, each “O” accurate to the 3.1416, and every “X’s” interception perpendicular. I’d spent more than an hour on, what my classmates would probably describe as a rather simple task of writing the alphabet, but to me, it was the mission of fitting twenty seven impartial letters in to the margins of (manuscript) paper. Everyone else enjoying recess, while I sat there alone in Ms. Booth’s first grade classroom, concentrated and ruler in hand, you would have sworn I was creating an intricate architectural structure. I knew how frustrated my teacher got with me because of how long it took me to complete an assignment,