I am not going to have to work very hard in this class.” I was dead wrong. When getting back my grade for the literacy narrative, my heart dropped. What? Why? How? I thought it was going to be a breeze. A seventy three is not what I was expecting, maybe a seventy nine or an eighty. That was a real downer and a letdown. I knew my writing was bad and needed a lot of work and maybe this essay was a signal for me to try harder and give it my all. From that point on, I realized that English was not going to be as easy as I had first thought. I was determined to get a better grade on the next assignment. A textual analysis was our next biggest assignment and that is when panic settled in. I had no clue what a textual analysis was and how I was going to start it. To get me through this essay, I decided to write about an article on Bethany Hamilton. Since I love her story, maybe it would not be as intimidating. Although I loved her story, analyzing the text was a whole different ball game. I still had no idea where to start or what to write or look for. That essay was a struggle in itself and I am afraid to say it, but I still do not know where to begin with a textual analysis. My grade was not that much better than my first paper. I did work hard and tried my best with all that I had and it still came back with a sad grade on it. It was definitely the hardest and most confusing …show more content…
I was still determined to get a better grade, hopefully a lot better grade. The profile essay sounded like fun and a relief from what we had previously written. I felt like this was an essay I could get a grasp on. Getting to interview my Interior Design professor was my favorite part about this essay. I do not know what I did differently but the grade I got back was amazing. An eighty nine! That was exciting to know that my writing was not that bad after all. A tear might have fallen from my eye when you handed my paper back to me. It was a weight lifted from my chest to know that my writing was getting better. Assuming that my writing was decent, I felt like the next paper would be like a feather floating in the wind. The reflection essay sounded like something I could do quickly over the weekend. Unfortunately I am too scared to look at my grade for this essay because I know I did not give it my all. I think I rushed right through it and did not give it any detail. Maybe I did okay or maybe I did not, I just did not feel connected to this essay even though it was about me. I know it could have been a great essay and it could have been filled up with remarkable writing. Throughout the semester I have seen my writing skills evolve into a new level. My skills at first were at the bare minimum and did not require me to dig deep. A thousand word essay seemed like