After class during second hour I was called out of Chemistry to go talk to the police in the office. “Like I said before he touched my face and he leaned forward and he kissed me” I said frustrated, “What did you do after he kissed you?” the detective asked, “He said he had done it to other students before. Then I got up and left.
I was about to walk into the door to go to the class that I dread everyday, history. I knew that day was going to be the worst because I didn’t have my homework done. I had to finish a worksheet on Julius Caesar. I swore that I did it, but there was nothing on the paper. On top of all of that, the teacher, Mrs. Boyle.
However, I would remember all the trouble that reading brought me. I started taking small steps towards recovery: I deleted the e-book library from my computer, I threw away my library card, and I avoided all contact with books. Through self-control and encouragement from my family and friends, I broke the
My teacher gave me a C on the paper. She said I was too wordy and I didn't answer the question fully. I was crushed. Writing used to be so fun when I could be creative. She kept giving explanation papers and I kept getting C’s.
(Baldwin 136)” The narrator and Sonny had an argument on why is Sonny joining the army. They argue a lot and the narrator feels like it is unhealthy for him and Sonny. We had a fight, it was very bad. So bad that I did not see him for months (Baldwin 139).
my first days in my new country were tough because I did not speak the same language making it harder to be able to write and communicate with the people around me. But as soon as I learned the language things got a little bit more easier. My writing improve a lot I went from writing short sentences to paragraphs and to writing complete essays for school. I still remember an accident I had with my English teacher on sophomore year of high school. She made us write an essay about a book call “ to kill a mockingbird”.
I was very nervous about this because the teacher had repeatedly said it was big part of our grade. I walked into the class with my professional outfit and resume. I glanced towards the other end of the classroom and saw my two friends Mariah and Savannah. I scurried over and questioned, “Are you guys ready? I’m so nervous!”
I think it was either second or third grade when I got assigned my first book to read. This also came with a book report. Thinking to myself, “I wish I didn’t have to do this.” Graff had the same experience in my mind. We both weren’t motivated to read, just didn’t like doing it.
During my first class I had to write a paper in APA format, I was very stressed since I was not use to this format. It took many different tries and help from the writing center to be able to have a proper APA paper. Since that class I have learned that it does not have to be stressful as long as you have an idea of what APA is and you use the resources like the APA manual for references. Along with learning APA style I have been able to expand on my critical thinking abilities. When I read an academic article I know what parts to look at to understand what the authors are studying and wither they found a significant difference or not.
Looking back at the beginning of this semester I was unsure of why I was in this class to begin with. I had thought that my writing was good enough to pass any class that Lake Land had to offer, but I was completely wrong. The things I have learned this semester of what not to put in my papers is a lot more than I think I have ever learned in a class before. I have learned to proofread my papers better, proper punctuation, and just to relax and not overthink my topic. Proofreading my papers has always been a weak spot for my writing.
Suspense is what agitates me the most, constantly on the edge of my toes, not knowing whats about to happen. If the worst does happen to them, I don 't think I could live with myself. Telling their families that I killed their loved one
Hello, I am Connor Love. I am writing this letter as a soon to be former student of Katy Leuschen 's "Waves of Change" writing 111 class. The first semester of my collegiate career has taught me many valuable lessons, from learning how to better succeed academically to how to deal with the flu without my mother. The lessons I have learned in writing class have not only helped my writing abilities grow, but also have helped me improve in other aspects of my life. During "Waves of Change" I learned how to revise my work, more importantly, that uncertainty during the writing process is normal, and revise my thinking.
The Good, the Bad, and the Back and Fourth: A literacy Narrative Her beady eyes challenged me from behind her wire-rimmed glasses, “I guess you just need to work on turning in homework.” This was the final straw. English was doomed to be my least favorite subject. At this time though I didn’t know I liked writing and reading, so I just got by.
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.