My instructor Jennifer Jackson said this time “ Bravo! This is one of the strongest revisions I’ve seen yet.” This essay gave me so much confidence and made me feel I can actually write something interesting. Also, I sent my paper to The Writing Center, after I submitted my paper to my instructor to see any other mistakes I could have to improve my writing skills. I received a very good feedback from them after three or four days of submitting my paper, they said, “ my paper was pretty good. I needed to work on some minor mistakes such as spacing, omitting the work “that” when I did not need
I remember expressing some of my my thoughts in my journal such as how hard writing essays was and how challenging my math tests were. I also enjoyed telling about Mr. Anderson’s easy tests for history, and my oddly eccentric French teacher Mrs. Monacelli. To cope with the everlasting amount of stress and pressure I got, I wrote in my journal every single day of 6th grade. My journal became a source of hope, inspiration, and happiness for me as I went down the road through middle school. My journal was best friend.
I truly enjoyed taking the English 1302 class with you, thanks for making this class easy and not stressful. During my High School year, I hated to take English because my grammar is bad, however, this class has allowed me to stress less over my grammar and focus more on my arguments. In addition, every discussion and journal have helped me learned how to think critically when analyzing poems and stories. Thanks for being an attentive professor. Which essay was your strongest?
Meanwhile, my sister was also tasked to write an essay on Pocahontas, though with a shorter length requirement than mine. My teacher allowed her to read the same book I had for research, and she was to write a brief overview of what she learned as well. The time came to present our papers (which we had both typed on our shared desktop computer), and hers was already printed out. My sister was not nearly the student that I was; she didn’t take any assignment seriously, and never actually read the assigned material. She was proud to write essays on topics she knew nothing about, that could pass with a reasonable grade.
Both adults and children would be attracted to this story as a buyer. The child would be hooked in by the simplicity of the drawings as it is reflective of their own skill level. The title alone is enough to capture the attention of both an adult and child. “The Day the Crayons Quit” would strike curiosity in any passerby by posing the question, “Why DID the crayons quit?” The humor of the story makes this an entertaining read for both children and adults. This is the kind of story that parents would enjoy reading to their kids day after day.
I believe many students have trouble summarizing a piece of writing because it seems intimidating to summarize a full page into five to seven sentences. I had a lot of trouble summarizing a piece of writing until I learned a few simple steps from my English 095 teacher. It would be amazing to help students learn how to write good summaries and watch their writing improve throughout the year. My favorite thing we did in class is when we were writing narrative essays. I loved learning how to write a narrative and procedural essay.
She could comprehend how that all teachers are the same. She had her students write down their personal education experience. Some of them were angry because they were passed with our being able to read or write, and the others because they did good in the class and was not a bad student. “I know one example doesn’t make a case, but at night I see a parade of students who are angry and resentful for having been passed along until they could no longer even pretend to keep up” (2).” Passing students who have not mastered the work cheats them and the employers who expect graduates to have basic skills” (2). Just because they are in their senior year teachers should see if that person is capable to read spell or write.
He didn 't like isolated it felt reading. That all changed when he entered school and he found it really hard to read by himself so an old nun made him stay after school and they both talked his problems about why he couldn 't read. Day by day he found the joy in reading and it 's really when you invest yourself. He now is a famous writer and has succeed very much in life all this due to school.
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s.But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.And getting bad grades created a wildfire in eigth grade for me.This is a big problem because this could affect test and exam scores. I have never been excited about bad grades because most of my friends get good grades.This year I have become the kid that the teacher talks to after class because of them having a failing grade. My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest.
Knowing I needed to good on this assignment I read the book and continued with doing the book report, I was not motivated all at to do it but I did it because I knew I needed to keep my good grades. Once my first book report was assigned, we had more and more to do every week. It changed every week though, one week we got to pick the book and the other weeks, the teacher picked the book. My first book I chose was a baseball book. It was called The Littlest Leaguer by Syd Hoff.
The characters in the book are defined very well and the students would benefit from analyzing them. The book could be used to discuss being friendly, kind, and promote no bullying. Drake and several of his old classmates are very ugly to Richard, which makes him sad. Also, at the start of the book Richard dislikes Emily and Matthew but at the end of the book they become great friends! You can also take several writing prompts from the book.
One evening I received a phone call and a man on the older side stated I had won the drawing contest. I was ecstatic, finally a real art class, what I didn’t know is you had to pay for the classes. The Art Instruction School would send you drawing to draw and you would send them back for feedback. Unfortunately, my parents did not have the money for the classes and since I lied about my age, I didn’t get the money nor did I receive the classes. I was upset, but it didn’t stop me from drawing, I knew I was good at something
While my bad things are that sometimes I would be late to a doctor appointment, activation, and therapy because I have to stay in class the whole hour then go change and drop my stuff off to go to my appointments. In conclusion I’m very happy with the class because it help me understand how my classes are going to be when I move up classes. I take English again next semester. I’m probably going to be pooped out from all the essays we did from this semester’s English class, but at least I know how rough it’ll
I started to dig deeper before I would call the essay ready to turn in for the final draft. In the first paper, I really did not look for any errors, but I had over 35 errors in that paper. After the first essay I started to look a little before turning in my essay, but in essay two I still had over 30 errors. Making sure I notice these errors without needing the help of others is a great technique to learn for myself. I started asking for help from my professor Kitty Burroughs and she explained where I went wrong.
The only way Annie found she could concentrate in class is if she were drawing; she states, “During classes all morning, I drew.” Drawing helped relieve some of her tension and anxiety. Annie would draw all over her books, in any whitespace she could find and, in a way, it annoyed her that she did it so compulsively. Annie’s teachers even tolerated her passion for art; one teacher, Miss McBride let her paint in the back of the classroom. As school ended, she began to realize that there is another world outside of her classroom, a world she glimpsed in the poetry she began reading. Annie would leave for Hollins College soon, and imagined herself like the moth her teacher had released into the world, crawling, and not flying, out of the school.