Personal Narrative: My English Class

Another bad experience that made me the writer I am now, was the English class I took my senior year. Everyone painted senior year to be the easiest year of all and that the teachers are not as demanding since it is your last year. The completely opposite happened to me, of course, I had put myself through another high level class, this time it was not honors but AP! What the hell was I thinking? I had chosen to take an AP English class with Santa Claus. Santa Claus was my English teacher’s nickname, Mr. Leblanc. He was short, fat and white hair and a white beard. I was no secret that I hated him so much. He did not teach us anything or even bother to prepare us for the AP exam. All he did during class was talk about his personal life and his …show more content…
Ever since I was little I was fascinated with the English language. Being born in Honduras and speaking a very different language, made this new language seem incredible. I remember going to this big class with over 28 children and feeling excited about learning a new word everyday such as “green”, and being able to write my very first sentences in English. I loved when the teacher would praise me, she would come by my side and tell “that is such a good sentence, I am so proud of you!” Those types of compliments were rare because my teacher was someone who seemed nice but she was very strict and mean. She was short but thick and whenever she walked around it intimated everyone in the class. I remember sometimes I would even shake whenever she talked to us heavy, but the way she taught us helped us become better and not settle for less. Everyday I would go home feeling extremely smart because I was able to read better than any other kid in 1st grade and saying to myself “you will do great things.” I just always had a lot of confidence in myself as a child. My confidence let me to think I was intelligent enough, as a 1st grader, to teach my grandmother new words in English everyday. I would sit by her side on the couch and write the word down for her and then make her repeat it after me. “Grandma the word “cat” means “gato” [Spanish …show more content…
I was not expecting much from my English class though, my previous English had been extremely hard and I was lucky to even pass with a B. My teacher was also known as the meanest teacher at Achbishop Chapelle High School and that her research paper assignment nearly failed a lot of people every year. I remember the day the research paper was assigned to us like it was yesterday. Our teacher had announced that we would have to write a research paper sometime soon. “This assignment will not be easy at all,” said Mrs. deJonge, “most of you will struggle to when it comes to writing something worthy of reading and the hardest part will be choosing your topic which is why I have decided to pick some topics myself and you guys will be able to pick from those.” I thought this was the end of my life. I absolutely hated writing about things that were limited, but it turned out to be a great experience. Mrs. deJonge happened to want a research paper about historical things that had happened, and the topic that I chose was the Industrial Revolution. I was someone who had such fascination for history and after all I said to myself, “this is not as bad, I love history and what better way to learn more details about it than writing a paper on it!” I was thrilled with my topic and everyday I went to the library to find different books and I would go home and read those books. I ended up with so much information and picked the