Reflective Essay: My Writing Experience

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

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.

"Your research paper needs some work, but 9/11 is an interesting topic. " The quote as the event of my high school senior year was still stuck in my head as I look back to what I've got on my research paper about 9/11. If someone would tell me this a long time ago that when writing any essay, there are rules to follow in order to not repeat the same mistakes every time I attempt to make a rough draft. Consequently, It has been difficult for me to avoid grammar, spelling, and sentence structure errors. So, I questioned myself, "What it takes to finally be familiar with those rules?

It took until college for me to understand that the paper didn’t need somewhat irrelevant information for strength, but that it just needed more relevant information to get the full idea across. The only “taboo” things that I personally had to change was my grammar and word choice because I tend to say something while talking and write it down and it makes no sense when I re-read the paper. I also don’t think that I have ever learned how to create an outline properly for a

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. I had been digging my own grave and I didn’t even know it.

My parents soon notice and they sat me down and talked to me about how I was

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

Who is to say that failure cannot ultimately lead you to success? Most people fail at some point in their lives, and they have to generally fail at something before they can ultimately reach success, even though failure can be defined as a lack of success. A person fails because they did not adequately prepare for success. As a sophomore in high school, one of the high school courses that I was required to take was American Literature and Writing. I did not have myself signed up for any of the AP classes offered, so I lacked familiarity with the struggles a typical student endures while they are taking an AP class, but all I knew was that the school year of 2015-2016 was personally successful for me.

Not having to take anymore modified test, not being restricted to certain classes, not having to go into a special education classroom after school, and most importantly not being read too by a teacher on test like a child. However, the negative thoughts were also filling in my head as well. The most terrifying thought was if the man thought that I needed to be in the special education program in high school. Taking special education in high school would have been a big downbreak on me. Mostly because I knew that it would appear on my transcript that I was in that program, and would have colleges in my future turn me down because of

I didn’t try my best because I was in a rush, but I should’ve studied the night

When I turned into a freshman, I decided to transfer to a deaf school for my high school years and graduated there. By then, my struggles with my writing and reading were improving by working hard. IN my freshman, there was an English teacher, Mrs. Copeland-Samaripa, a strict teacher I ever had seen and I failed this class once because of lack of my doing in homework and tests. I didn’t want to repeat the grade so I decided to work hard by studying notes for test and turned homework in on time.

I did not touch you is because you said you would send me an email after looking for my grades, but I always did not receive your message. You already said that you do not want to receive emails about changing the grade, so I think maybe meeting you directly would be better. Yeah, I know, my Aplia grade is not great since I forgot the last assignment and I had meetings on every Sunday night, and Clickers’ grade is not good too.

I did not realize my potential as a young scholar; in doing so, I set myself back academically. My priorities were set on understanding the hectic schedule instead of the vigorous goals that I have now. As a fourteen year-old in freshman year, my standards were set lower for myself since I was unorganized and lost majority of the time. I lacked skills in time-management and multitasking; skills which I practiced and perfected through my school’s use of the modular schedule.

Even though I did try a little harder, my test scores barely improved. So when I finished the second trimester with a D in the class, I was completely devastated. Only then did I realize that there’s no going back and that my time was running out. I was thrown into a pit of despair, probably due to the unconscious stress that’s been building up. But it was then when I finally came to realization of the problem: me.

The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was. The same routine happened everyday, it 's even happening now as I ask for advice on how to apply for college.