I made numerous attempts to speak up in the classroom, but during my of these attempts, the class usually changed topics or someone already brought up my idea before I could speak. I attempted asking the only friend I have in the class to help open up the conversation for me, but that proved to be futile when many other students leaped at the opportunity when a new topic opens up. Every effort I made to get a spot in the debate did not work in my favor. At the end, I was left with only one option.
20 out 26 students say they would rather have not block scheduling. Block scheduling is new to my school this year, and I absolutely can’t stand it. First it 's inconvenient and confusing, Secondly it hard to focus when it 's an hour and half long, Thirdly, I tend to forget some things because I 've had a day without it. Block scheduling is very inconvenient and confusing for students and teachers.
I think without the knowledge from this class I would not have done as well as I did on that paper. That is why I am grateful for this class because it helps me write papers for others classes and do well. In the end, Dual English Comp has caused me a lot of stress but it has also opened my mind up to writing a successful college paper. I learned new things from writing a thesis to the correct apostrophe positions, to how to cite things correctly.
Passively learning the material will only get you so far, as we have discussed in LSC 101. I need to make sure that I am actively engaging in the classroom, this will allow me to flex my critical thinking muscle on a daily basis. Besides not actively engaging in most of my classes in highschool, I could get away with writing papers the night before and not studying at all for math tests, that is a bad habit I need to drop. When I look at it now, I can see that it was because of a lack of pressure. In pre-calculus, for example, I studied about 30 minutes every
Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
In the semester prior I had some challenges in my english class. The challenges weren’t really bad, but the challenges were affecting my grade. For example, I would procrastinate on doing the notes for “To kill a Mockingbird”, over the christmas break. Also, I found it harder to do the notes by myself than it was with a partner.
English class made me feel empty-headed and lost. I never knew what was going on, and I also began not to care; However, when I was placed into Ms. Hightower 's class, everything changed! She gave me confidence in myself, my abilities, and helped me uncover intelligence I never knew I had.
Testing is already awful why add more stress. Anxiety levels are definitely going through the ruff, studying for a test with only twenty or more questions isn’t that bad but imagine you sitting in a stuffy desk wait filling in bubbles just so you do it for another hour. Students automatically hate the thought of testing.
In week one of Writing 101, the class was introduced to the writing process for college level writing. We focused on reading and note taking strategies to help assist us with starting and finishing the writing process. We also learned how to identify and correct sentence fragments. Our first writing assignment was due in week
My Writing Experience In previous courses, my writing skills have been mediocre or just enough to pass the class. Throughout the duration of this course, I have written a variety of papers using different techniques and skills. Previously I would write assuming that the only audience would be my instructor. This course has helped me realize that there are many steps and skills involved with writing a well-organized and easy to comprehend essay.
Blues burst from the shadows of the buildings, contrasting with the vermillion glow from the nearby windows, while sickly greens still lurked in the curtains, illuminating his whole being. Clinging to the curtain in the middles of the chaos, he looks toward his apartment, not in fear, but in euphoria. I first saw Conrad Felixmüller’s Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner near the end of my sophomore year of high school. The past year and a half had been hard for me. Freshman year I struggled in AP World History.