English classes were never my best topic, but you’d think if it is a class that is the word of the language you speak, how hard could it be. Well for me it’s super hard because I can’t comprehend very well, I hate reading so much I barely do it, and the only way I would actually read a book is if I was willing to get into it. What I mean by that is that there will be that one book that I read and as I’m reading it I’ll imagine everything I’m reading as if it came true. But like if I get assigned a book and I have a do date to read it chances are I won’t read it because that won’t mae me want to get into it. Overall I should really start improving my english
I don’t mean to show off but I can’t really resist the temptation because I worked my way out all the way from the bottom to this point. I’m not brilliant, my intelligence isn’t innate then why should you have me as student in your school? Secondly, in my school, all students with good grades will be offered to be moved into international classes where studying is being conducted bilingually which is in Indonesian and in English. A student can only be offered this opportunity twice for the whole 3 years of senior high school. I was offered this chance twice but I rejected both of them.
As a Junior in his English class, Mawi needs to get a 96 on the final to get an A in the class. Unfortunately, this teacher is said to have impossible finals. “There was only one way I could ace the final: reread every book that we had covered. Take notes and have them fresh in my mind. So I did it… The test was as hard as I thought it would be.
As I’ve gotten older my choice of books has changed alot, a different genre for each of my phases. Today the books that always manage to get my attention are usually the books based on true events. My earliest memory of being read to isn’t necessarily being read to by my parents but being read to by teachers. Both my parents were always working, so they never had time to read to me. I didn’t have any older siblings to help me so when I started school, it was the first time I was exposed to reading.
It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.
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”.
This semester I read the books con academy and partially through touching spirit bear. This was an insane to see myself even do that I have not read a single book since the 5th grade. My goal was to read 2 books this semester, I thought that it would be hard but not impossible. Turns out it was harder than I thought it would be, I barely got through one. Reading is a fun experience but a really hard one to focus on.
I was in kindergarten when I developed the special hobby of reading. It was because of my mother sent me to special and advance studies. I voluntarily told my mom to let me enroll on that special program because I had nothing to do after school. Since my school was just across our old home, having a special class in the afternoon would really cause not much hassle or effort. Another factor that gave me the strength to love reading was because of my older sister.
Ever since I was a child, I loved reading. Once middle school started, and I had a huge library of books at my fingertips, my reading habit quickly spiraled out of control. I snuck books into class, got into trouble for reading during lectures, and was reprimanded frequently at home and in school. My grades were dropping, and I constantly felt unaware of my surroundings. I started doing poorly in my classes because I spent more time reading than studying.
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
Moving to the United States was not an easy journey for my family and I. I had to get integrate to a new society which meant a changing to my traditional lifestyle and habit and learning a new language and culture. In high school, I adapted well because many courses were not too vigorous, and the classes moved at a slower pace. On the contrary, college requires juggling multiple classes and adapting to the new college life. For eighteen years of my life, I had never spent more than two days away from my parents, so it was quite difficult at first. When I first started college, I pursued a major that I have no interest in.
I am a better student because I have learned effective strategies and pondered over my future goals. I have learned a lot about myself as a reader and a writer. When I first began class, I tried to read the DRP test. I had forgotten everything about college vocabulary that was on the test since I left the university in 2013. I had not read any books in a few months until teacher recommend for me to take fifteen minutes to read
When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work and I learned that as soon as I started high school because I started getting the same work that my brother
Fortunately, I still have a heart with persistent and unremitting. About two years ago, when I was just a college freshman in America, I thought the most two words was “give up”. As a native born American, he or she would never understand me, who is an English as a second language learner, how hard would be learning English to me. I really did not have the confidence and courage to finish the two years college courses because my English level did not reach the college level, also I have to take care of my family and my two little children. Based on the above factors, which always made me had the idea of giving up.
I remember the first time I read a book in its entirety—and the first book I read that I thoroughly enjoyed—because it was only a few years ago. Unlike most English majors, I was not a “born reader.” I did not read for pleasure until after I graduated high school, which was a mere four years ago. I remember during high school I did not like to read and even tried to avoid any reading unless I was forcefully assigned to for, say, a book report or some project that required reading. Because of this, I considered reading to being schoolwork—and I did not want to do schoolwork. So whenever I have a student that says they do not like to read (I have quite a few), I feel I am able to make a genuine connection and able to sympathize with them, because