Reflection English Class

In the fifth grade, I wrote a thirty-page mystery style book. My teachers all praised my writing capabilities, and my classmates would come to me for guidance with writing their essays. I cherished reading, and, as a punishment, my momma and teachers would take away my books to force me to pay attention. I kept this infatuation of writing and reading all through middle school, but it began to whittle down in high school. In all of the essays I had ever written, I never once received a grade lower than a B on them. That was true, until my junior year in Mr. Zollman’s English class.
The beginning of the year, I was very ecstatic about the class. I had heard so many stories about how Zollman gave the best essay topics, and that we read the best stories. This was in fact proven to be true when we read our first article. We noted this article and took a test over it. To me, the test was easy, and I passed it with flying colors. Every day, I would look forward to going to his class and reading new articles. The class read a play called the “Crucible”. We were able to act it out, and dig deeper into the story. Everything we read amazed me and caught …show more content…
The material was going to get harder, and the essays were worth more points. I never once worried about my grade in the class because English class has always been a breeze for me. We read a lot more short stories. I passed every quiz, and still carried my A in the class. Our second essay rolled around. This essay was based on a short story called, “The Worst Way to Go”. It was about a loser who cleaned up a bus stop. He Had only one friend. While saying goodbye to each other, his friend got hit by a car and the loser had to go try to save him. He failed and his friend died. They called him a hero though for trying to save the guy. He lived his life alone, watching all of his buddie’s friends mourn his death. He knew he was going to die all