When I look back in my life, I remember failing many of my literacy tests. All throughout middle school I had a really hard time understanding poetry, novels, and even short stories. I would study really hard in order to grasp the topic and thought I understood it really well. However, when I went to go take the test I would fail and have to retake it. Back then, I never would have thought I would get good grades in any english course.
I was not familiar with the computer lab setting, therefore I was uncomfortable while I wrote the paper. I was unable to access my essay after Mrs. Menetre finished grading. She commented on my paper that I had some sentences in passive voice and comma issues (“The Effects of 9/11 Continually Impacts Lives”). If I had not been in an unfamiliar setting surrounded by unfamiliar people, my midterm essay would not have had as many mistakes. I believe that if I had been able to take the midterm at my school, I would have been more
Writing is one of my many concerning in my PhD program. Every time when it comes to writing I feel nervous and stressed. I actually I used to love writing in my first language and I was good at it. Nevertheless, writing in English is another experience and quite difficult.
Oddly enough, I have always had math classes first thing in the morning, which has ruined my comprehension of the subject from a young age. In the mornings, I can 't focus, and I 'm still groggy. I have never been able to learn as well as other students in class because of this issue. The test was really important, and so a lot was on the line this time around. I knew I had to try my hardest, and I hoped it would pan out for me in the end.
A time when I was faced with a significant challenge, but learned to overcome it was sophomore and junior year in history. History has always seem to be the class I tend to struggle in, no matter who I sit next to or how many notes I take. Sophomore as time when on to second semester I realized I wasn’t doing well; I was procrastinating with homework, not doing well on test, and stated to pay less attention in class. I got a D for the first semester and when I saw that on my report card I knew I had to change something. I realized history need to become a much higher priority.
After I took his class, it totally changed me in so many ways. The terrified girl that I was on my first day of class no longer existed, he made me realise that before you have an excellent piece of writing you have to go through several different attempts and the feedback that you get won’t always be what you expect. Before I took his class I wrote just like anybody else but I really did not put a lot of input or hard work I just did it because I needed to.
I was about to walk into the door to go to the class that I dread everyday, history. I knew that day was going to be the worst because I didn’t have my homework done. I had to finish a worksheet on Julius Caesar. I swore that I did it, but there was nothing on the paper. On top of all of that, the teacher, Mrs. Boyle.
Throughout reading Red Dress, I can compare myself to her in a couple ways and understood what the narrator was implying. High school is a difficult experience and can affect someone emotionally. The young lady had a difficult time in school and handling the tasks that come with it; as do I. “At high school I was never comfortable for a minute”, is a very inspiring and honest quote about school. Adults don’t understand the pressure that school has on someone and than adding the addition public speaking (etc.). “When I was asked a question in class any simple little question at all, my voice was apt to come out squeaky, or else hoarse and trembling.
Reading quietly so no one can hear me fumble my words was how I read when called on to read in class. However due to being forced to read To Kill a Mockingbird, Fahrenheit 451, Dante 's Inferno, and the Odyssey in a short period of time taught me to read at an average high school pace. My reading times became shorter while the pages grew in number. The idea of reading aloud will forever strike fear into my bones, but I have regained enough confidence to make it through the
Throughout my life, I truly believed that I was amazing at writing due to the grades I received on my essays in the English class. I thought it would be totally impossible not to be enrolled into Honors English my freshman year. However, the impossible became possible, and I was placed into regular English which devastated me. This made me seek revenge towards the school, to show them the mistake that they had committed, so I set up a goal to be accepted into Honor English 2 my sophomore year. To this day, I remember the anxiety flowing through me as I received my sophomore schedule from the school staff.
I will lose you in some parts. It happens to me a lot of my classes, especially English class. All my English teachers have me rewrite something or have me explain myself of what I had wrote because they had got lost and lost sight of what I was trying to
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.
This Semester was poor, because I didn 't put a lot of work in this Semester, right now my GPA is a 0.90 and I feel really upset with that grade , because its making me look bad and its making me look unprofessional. My plans to improve my grades are that I have to put more work into this and I have to start concentrating on all of my work, I also need to start listening to the teachers, and start doing all my homework so I can turn in it in the days when its due, that will help me out a lot with my grades. My goals if for me to get a 3.50 or higher because I would like for me to pass the 9 grade and keep on passing till I leave High School, so it will make me look really smart and good, that 's what I would like to
" I glared at her, hoping that if I stared hard enough my class schedule would magically correct itself (it didn 't). She seemed to sense my negative energy and sighed, as though I was a chore she would have to deal with. "I 'm looking forward to teaching you all this year," she glanced at me, " well, most of you." She handed us pieces of paper with prompts for writing pieces on them. I raised my hand.