Scared, nervous, and unhappy would describe how I felt about taking a college English class. English was my most dreaded subject, and always has been simply because there is not always a right answer. I like to think and view things as black and white, but English is full of digging through the grey. Never the less I walked into my first day of English 101 dreading what was to come, however I left with an open mind. The second week came and my first assignment was due. It was to tell story, and I was grateful because I knew I had a story to tell. I wrote about the birth of my niece, which was anything but routine. I tried to write it in the same way that I always had, the way that wasn’t exactly to the level I should be at, but one I knew I was capable of. From this point on I knew I was locked in, which meant I would have a paper due every Wednesday from here on out. A few days came and went and I knew it was time to start working on my next assignment, my first essay. It was supposed to be written about an idea, which was much more abstract than I was used to. As I can pinpoint it in my head, this was the turning point in my writing style. This was my first leap of faith. I had always stuck to the five-paragraph style and always played it safe. I knew that if I wanted to make a change …show more content…
The only time I would usually add my input was to get my participant points. I was typically very timid because I did not have much confidence in my opinion, and always figured someone else had something better to say. My first few weeks in this class, along with other classes of mine began that way. Then I started to share my thoughts with the class more often. I began to feel comfortable with my teachers and classmates, which allowed me to really open up. I would not consider myself the ring leader of the discussions, but I would say that I more actively participate in our