English has always been my favorite subject as it usually came pretty easy to me, I love to read and as I've gotten older my passion for writing has grown so when I entered the ninth grade, I found the course pretty easy; I liked the teacher, liked the content we were reading yet by the end of the semester, I found myself bored. And so I began to do things that I liked rather than paying attention to the lesson. It was not only childish but rude and looking back, I'm extremely irritated at myself for putting my skill on such a pedestal; I was no smarter than my peers, there was no real reason for me to be reading a book while my teacher was giving a lesson.
At the end of the marking period, we got our report cards …show more content…
I've never made the mistake of overestimating my ability in a subject again, and as I've grown as a student, it's become more clear to me that I'm the only one responsible for getting my work done. It can be fun to talk with your friends during class and to not pay attention but in the end, it wasn't getting me anywhere; and as much as I hate to hear the teachers say it, it's true when they point out that students are the ones that need to pass, not them; my resistance to work didn't reflect on my English teacher, it reflected negatively on me. I didn't like the way the grade made me felt, I hated being thought of as a bad student in something that I had such a passion for...and upon the experience of my failure and decided that I never wanted to feel that way again. This