My English Class Analysis

When I started this year off I had no idea how hard the curriculum actually was for an English class at the college level. This made my under-preparedness show in much of my early works and my understanding of upper level novels. Once into the class, I could see myself actually growing as a student in all aspects of school not just this class. Although my journey through this class has not been the easiest I have found the benefits of this higher level of thinking which allows for much brighter horizon in more advanced schooling and further into my career field of chose. Even though I may not have started out as strongly as I may have liked to I have found a place in the class and manage to continue to surprise myself with what I can produce …show more content…
I knew that the work of the classes would be taxing on my mind at first but I would eventually see the benefits of them going forward. I have not had the time to do everything that I would like to do for school and thus my grades have suffered because of that, although my teachers may not see it as me pushing myself to a point of breaking I know what I am doing has not only been for my benefit but also my son’s. This has made my experience in the class and because I now know multiple levels of discipline and mental fortitude I have been able to produce more intellectual essays from when I started my journey through this class. My first attempt at an analytical essay was not met with much of anything, being that I had no experience in writing such a piece I struggled greatly attempting to put my ideas on a page. I was trying to combine everything I had learned from my past English teachers and apply it to my first real attempt at a timed essay that needed deep analysis. I used weak wording such as “In the first paragraph” and “in the first couple of chapters”; this created a feeling of vagueness that carried throughout the rest of my essay. Another disadvantage I faced in my first step on my journey through this class was I had extremely weak words at my disposal including “sad”, “alone”, and “reader”, which is the worst of all besides the “I” in the types of papers we were aiming to write. At this point in my career as an insightful literary student, my attempts of understanding the deeper meaning of works such as The Invisible Man fell short of the mark that I saw others bringing to the table. I knew that what I was doing was not good enough for