Personal Narrative: What I Learned In My Class

“It’s what we think we know that keeps us from learning” This quote from Claude Bernard describes my writing development this year. At the beginning of this schoolyear, I thought that I was going to go into this year and be able to breeze through this class because I could write a good essay last year and analyze stories, but I was wrong. Lit Comp Honors has been a brand-new experience for me. In previous years, I have never had to work hard for a good grade. Now I have to put in extra time every night to go over vocab and stories or else I would get a bad grade. This class has taught me how to work harder and how to study better and that’s not even the writing aspect of it yet. My writing has gotten better because of

Writing is a form of expressing yourself with words from your own thoughts and I have always seen writing for being creative and not just for school obligations. I use to write for fun; writing things based on book or movie reviews, letters to loved ones, or write my own thoughts down so I won’t forget later. Obviously, I wrote whatever came to mind, and was not too concerned on grammar or paragraph and sentence structure. I hoped that within this class, I can take myself serious and actually learned to use them properly. Therefore, I feel like I accomplished my goals by learning and applying the basics of writing.

When I was growing up, I wanted to do whatever I could do to be the best. Whether it took me hours or days to practice, I practiced until I was the best. If someone was to do something better than me, I would go home and become an expert at it so I could beat them the next day. Never knew why I acted like this, maybe it was because my dad was into sports, or maybe because I had a little brother that was also talented. I had to show him who was the bigger brother. Baseball is another big part of why I grew up to be so competitive. Losing is not an option in my book. Being able to win was my way of entertainment. It cheered me up and put a smile on my face. Growing up being able to play and do whatever I wanted was the best gift I could’ve asked

I have grown tremendously as a communicator, especially in facework and conflict situations. Before this course, I loved to argue and I always felt the need to be right. I was the type of person who didn’t think before speaking and would say whatever I pleased. After this course, I have learned to communicate in a collaborative way, not threaten the face of others by considering what to say, and realized conflict is not necessarily always bad because you can learn from it and use it for the next conflict you encounter.

Going back to college has been a great experience for me, truly enjoyable, and eye opening.

My strength in writing are all over the place, I feel like I am good at choosing the right words for what I’m writing, at least the words that are in my vocabulary. I hope that I can get better at writing essays and the more serious assignments, I also want to get better at writing book style writings, like having to write like an author of a book I’m reading to write a “chapter 0”. I think I haven’t really changed my thinking of my writing, I just write to do it, I don’t analyse my writing unless it’s something I’m really interested in. Organization helps me, or it hurts me, my disorganization that is, I’m very disorganised if you couldn’t tell by now, my brain is always everywhere, and so are my possessions, and my writing.

Kids swarmed all around me, jumping like restless frogs in and out of the water. It was my boyfriend’s little brother’s seventh birthday party and I was either wondering if they were happy to see me or to see the ice cream cake I had brought. That’s when I saw him. He was sitting next to my boyfriend, Sebastian. Sebastian’s best friend is Will and I’m not excited today, but Will is also my ex-boyfriend. Will had always made me feel good about myself unlike Sebastian. Like always though, Will was already pumped to break the piñata. Keep in mind he’s a senior and still acts like a child sometimes. Basically the main reason why it didn’t work out between us. People think that it’s wrong to think that your boyfriend’s best friend is hot, but it’s

Colonel White stood in the front of the room and bellowed, “ And your company commander….. Vaden.”

The second to last day of middle school my 8th grade english teacher, Mr. Kalbach, went around the room, and told my peers how he saw them change, grow, and learn throughout the school year. He saved me for last, I did not find it awkward since I was the last one sitting in his rotation. When Mr. Kalbach got to me he said, “Ramses, I wish I was more like you in High School,” I felt overwhelmed when he said that obviously, but at the time I did not realize how much that statement meant.

So here comes September, drowning in leaves the color of burnt umber, the promise of education and decay growing soggy underfoot. Here is the pregnant pause, the tumultuous cliff over which must be crossed. In the autumn, it’s impossible to gaze upon the outcome--a small pair of nervous, shaking hands inside of a shroud of darkness the color of pale gold cast upon thin shoulders. They march us across the stage. We watch our feet below us as so not to trip--

Your perspective makes everyone who they are today, so here is some more information about mine. Growing up with two Christian parents usually will affect people in two ways, either you will become a Christian or you will hate it. From the perspective of a boy that grew up with two Christian parents.

When I first came into English 1101, I had no confidence in my writing. I didn’t know if I was writing correctly or even forming an essay correctly, also I had trouble with research papers and the process of writing these kinds of essays. I would often feel overwhelmed and embarrassed because I was never taught how to write any essay correctly. I thought to myself, how could I have not known how to write? Writing should have been something so first nature to me, but through the help of Mrs. Hermanson and her positive attitude, eager teach, and nurturing nature, I felt unafraid to make mistakes, I became more confident in my writing and ready take on the world of writing.

“ What we learn with pleasure we never forget” by Alfred Mercier is an engraved plaque that sits on my desk in my classroom. I read this quote to myself everyday before class to inspire me, and remind me of the special person who gave me such an inspiring gift to me. I received this gift from the first student I tutored that set me on the path to become a teacher. But it took this class in Eductional Pyscholgy to make me really appreciate its meaning. It was through this person and class, I ‘ve grasped that people learn in many different ways, and by embracing the importance of this learning style’s for myself as well as in teaching exerts a powerful influence on a child’s ablity to do well in school.

As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.

From the time we are born there will be mistakes in our lives and never take responsibility for the, but the only way we can learn from them is to take responsibility. The only way one can learn from their mistakes are to know what we have done wrong in the first place. Then we must actually know our mistake and see how it has affect others in their lives. Finally we must take responsibility to learn from all of these mistakes get the full effect of the punishment and to learn the lesson the best. There has been many occasion in my life where I have only learned by seeing my mistake and taking responsibility.