It was August of 2012, I really don’t remember the exact day just know it was my first day of high school, and as everyone else going to high school was just another chapter in life you have to go through. Going into high school I honestly don’t remember how the hell I felt about it. I was happy, excited, nervous; everything in one feeling, but one thing I did know was that everyone kept in mind the same old shit every middle school teacher said about high school. From writing all the essays, to finding out who you really are and even my P.E teacher told jokes about having sex and making sure it was safe. Now let’s all be honest, only very few of us we’re ready for the actual learning part of high school. Everyone else, like me, probably didn’t
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I used to love reading and could deal with writing. Was writing my favorite thing to do? Hell no, but I had no problem with it, until my English 1 Honors class. Half way through the semester I knew I will hate reading and especially writing with a strong passion. You must be asking what happened, what was so bad about English 1? Let me tell you, remember when you first learn how to drive and your parent takes you out to some empty ass parking lot? It was like that, and everything you do they just yell and don’t exactly tell you what the hell you did wrong? The difference between writing and your parents teaching you how to drive is that eventually my dad actually told me what the hell I need to do right. As for my English teacher, I don’t even know what to say about him. He assigned us essays and readings like a typical teacher. I do it and turn it in by the due date like a typical student. He’d then go on and grade it and pass it out, but without any correction, just a grade in red ink with dumbass unnecessary notes that say “Better luck next time” or “Try a bit harder “. Imagine getting those throughout the year. At one point I really thought he was going to pull off some movie shit and magically make us better writers. I was wrong and just accepted the fact that I’m a horrible writer and that high school is going to be pretty long, especially when it comes to …show more content…
So now that I’m in my third year of school everyone would expect more from you. That’s understandable and I was okay with that. The year started off pretty good, I did really well on all my essays and readings I thought I was going to soar by and excel everyone this year. Then she hit me with the “page type essays “. Just like my first English teacher, this one was the same kind, but she even put some ugly ass smiley and frowny faces on her notes. I tried using what I learned from the previous year and apply it into this, but it didn’t hold on very long. The rubrics got bigger and complicated it was really eating me alive. Imagine just writing bullshit just to get a grade, I literally just wrote shit every assignment and she wouldn’t even correct or give lessons about anything. She reads every word on the rubric and then gives us the “Good Luck You’ll Do GREAT!” and expects us to automatically get lucky and know how to do
I used to love reading and could deal with writing. Was writing my favorite thing to do? Hell no, but I had no problem with it, until my English 1 Honors class. Half way through the semester I knew I will hate reading and especially writing with a strong passion. You must be asking what happened, what was so bad about English 1? Let me tell you, remember when you first learn how to drive and your parent takes you out to some empty ass parking lot? It was like that, and everything you do they just yell and don’t exactly tell you what the hell you did wrong? The difference between writing and your parents teaching you how to drive is that eventually my dad actually told me what the hell I need to do right. As for my English teacher, I don’t even know what to say about him. He assigned us essays and readings like a typical teacher. I do it and turn it in by the due date like a typical student. He’d then go on and grade it and pass it out, but without any correction, just a grade in red ink with dumbass unnecessary notes that say “Better luck next time” or “Try a bit harder “. Imagine getting those throughout the year. At one point I really thought he was going to pull off some movie shit and magically make us better writers. I was wrong and just accepted the fact that I’m a horrible writer and that high school is going to be pretty long, especially when it comes to …show more content…
So now that I’m in my third year of school everyone would expect more from you. That’s understandable and I was okay with that. The year started off pretty good, I did really well on all my essays and readings I thought I was going to soar by and excel everyone this year. Then she hit me with the “page type essays “. Just like my first English teacher, this one was the same kind, but she even put some ugly ass smiley and frowny faces on her notes. I tried using what I learned from the previous year and apply it into this, but it didn’t hold on very long. The rubrics got bigger and complicated it was really eating me alive. Imagine just writing bullshit just to get a grade, I literally just wrote shit every assignment and she wouldn’t even correct or give lessons about anything. She reads every word on the rubric and then gives us the “Good Luck You’ll Do GREAT!” and expects us to automatically get lucky and know how to do