Taking a quick left I come to the entrance but when I try to open the doors they don’t budge. ‘They must be locked’ I think to myself. Once again I take off trying to find somewhere to hide. Running down the hallway I was in just hours ago talking to Jamie, I head to my calculus classroom. I climb up a second set of stairs and walk down a dark moonlit hallway.
English class made me feel empty-headed and lost. I never knew what was going on, and I also began not to care; However, when I was placed into Ms. Hightower 's class, everything changed! She gave me confidence in myself, my abilities, and helped me uncover intelligence I never knew I had. My freshman year of high school created my hate for English. My freshman class full of 15-year old 's were forced to read and write essays about the constitution and politics we knew and understood nothing about: It was the most tedious and doltish idea in the world.
I have been staying up late at night just to try and finish turning in all the other stuff while trying to work on my paper. I have finally completed all my sources but I have yet to do the full annotated bibliography but that shouldn’t take too long. This project is really stressful and because we did not have set deadlines I fell too far behind and now I am trying to cram it all in in one week. I have been really stressed out about this whole research project because I need to pass this class for my major and I just don’t know if that’s going to
My previous professor was big on self-reflection. So shortly after I typed this essay I had to reflect on what I had done. Each time I have analyzed this paper I have found something new that I should have seen before, and I have learned how to improve from that point. I really don’t like now how passionate I was in my paper. It is hard when you really support something to take a step back and convey your argument clearly.
I rush to my computer to try to rewrite it. I look at the time and realize that I don’t have the time. I get ready and go straight to the school. I had four other classes before this paper was due, so in an attempt to make it better I spent all of them trying to rewrite. To my disappointment, I had to do assignments all the way up to the class before it was due.
I found that the most significant issue that arose was the ability to write different types of papers. At the beginning of this semester, my first task was to write the summary and response paper. Although I had learned about it last term, I still thought it was a little hard to me for I was not good at summarizing. However, after further study, now I have mastered the skills to
It was 7th grade a new year, new teachers, staring at my class schedule I quickly realized nothing has changed, scheduled right before sixth period art class was my nemesis English and Writing class. The time came for the first English class of the year, I took my seat in the back of the class slumped way down in the seat in hopes I would not be noticed as I scribbled doodles on the cover of my writing notebook. Mrs. Roberts walked in the room with her brownish grey hair rolled up in a in a tight bun, glasses that rested at the tip of her nose, and a stern look on her face, she reminded me of a strict librarian. The feeling of angst quickly washed over me and I remember thinking that this would surely be my most odious writing class thus far. I could feel my anxiety levels shoot up to record levels as sweat beads started to form on my forehead.
Anyway, I did study while teachers were teaching and realized that I made wrong PowerPoint slides for long time. I learned that a PowerPoint should follow the rule of six which is six lines per slide and six words per line that I have never known before. For Prezi, I know the name of it but had not get chance to make it. I made PowerPoint slides all my life. Hence, when I know that this class gave me a chance to use the Prezi, I was so exited to learn new things.
The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore. The doctor also said that It's only going to take a few days. I was not ready for this because I had the most important audition of my life. The next day I went to school and told my friends about my situation. My friends included Lucas,Alex, and Maya.
I went through countless cell blocks, but had no luck finding them. They kept screaming, “JEROME, JEROME, JEROME.” I yelled, “I’M COMING MOM AND DAD”. That was the stupidest thing I have ever done and I am going to regret it for the rest of my life. By yelling, I gave away my position to the countless prisoners lurking the area. Also every single prisoner there hated my parents because they were their guards.