All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
They found school as something tedious and their mind did not grasp how beneficial school could be for them in the future. Brooks use of repetition in “We” throughout the entire poem followed by an enjambment leaves the reader in suspense. Brooks disrupts the flow of the verse ending each stanza with “We”. Placing that word there gives the poem a rhythm that makes it flow almost like a song. However, the “We” applied in this verse dramatizes the wasted life these young people are going to have because of one irrational decision.
Have you ever had a bad day where you're teacher forced you to do something you didn't want to do, in school, in front of everyone? In this short story, “Eleven” written by Sandra Cisneros, Since Rachel doesn't care about birthdays, she is feeling different types of emotions and each different line in the short story, which are crestfallen,angry, and bashful. Rachel is crestfallen when her day was being ruined. As the plot unfolds she talks back the Mrs.Price showing she is angry. Lastly, she bashful, when she is shy to answer Mrs.Price question.or things who are sad or discouraged from someone saying mean things.
Not to mention it was the middle of December and my schools heater was broken. My anxiousness for school to be over also probably had something to do with the fact that English is my least favorite subject. I didn’t really dislike English but I was never really good at it. For some reason, where to put a comma just doesn’t stick with me. I knew from the time I walked in the classroom that my teacher was about to give us this lame writing assignment that I had no interest in doing.
I am not sure what obligated me to choose the topic that I did, but I decided to write about Spongebob SquarePants. I wrote in “second grade” detail the plot for my favorite episode, which just so happens to be the Christmas episode. I can remember reading it in front of the class, I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. People were listening to me read my own writing, and what surprises me to this day is that I was proud of what I wrote! Looking back on it now as a high school senior, I'm almost embarrassed to say that was my first piece of writing, but everyone has to start somewhere.
In college, I will have to use effective writing skills in all my classes to complete research papers, essay tests and communicate with professors. Throughout my education, writing strategies persisted to be a challenge for me. I dreaded writing because I could never find ways to transition my thoughts from my mind to the paper. Ironically, a class that petrified me due to the amount of required writing ended up helping me in numerous ways. English 1301 and my professor prepared me for college and real life by giving me a foundation of effective learning strategies.
Murray was terrified of speeches. He was forced to speak a few times in front of his class. His teacher, Miss Fielding, did not help him overcome his fear. Due to the pressure and anxiety he felt, Dr. Murray blamed his teacher and classmates for undermining his speech progress. He explained (2008), “I was obsessed with what I did not have, and that was normal speech” (p. 33).
Contrary to what some may think, love can be found in one hundred and seventy five words. I hold such a love deep in my heart for Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “Filling Station”, because it assisted me in discovering the writer within me and encouraged me to expand my academic skills, even outside of school. It takes me back to the second week of senior year. I recall the smile on my overly-fervent AP Literature teacher’s face as she played a recording of Bishop reading her poem. She said the poet read her piece aloud at a university somewhere, and the second after she had finished reading, she dropped the poem and ran out the door without a final word to be had.
But the thing didn’t stop in doing test I also have to do speech, the day I have to do my speech I wanted the earth open up and swallow me first because it had lasted 8minuted talking and second because everyone was watching me and I felt so stupid standing in front of the class talking about something that I even have no idea what I was saying that when I finish only 2 or 3 applauded and I felt ashamed, but I never blamed the other because it’s not their fault that they do not understand what I was saying I think that my classmates made fun of me, but
Having social anxiety has changed a lot of things. And my was of seeing things differently in life. I haven’t been the same since giving my presentation my sophomore year of high school. I now have a constant fear of giving presentations to my classmates, and also just talking to people in general. Not only has this situation caused me to have social anxiety at school, but it has also caused me to have social anxiety outside of school.
I had trouble pronouncing certain vowels. I knew that I needed help, but until my mother spoke those words, I never accepted it. My problem was buried inside me, but now it was free for all the world to see. Whenever I tried to speak I could feel my classmates’ eyes on me, judging me. It was so embarrassing that I just withdrew from the other students.