Out of all of the English classes I have taken over my years of learning, this one has taught me the most; especially on grammar and how to properly make a thesis sentence.
The other classes I took, i. e. in high school where helpful in expanding my vocabulary, but never catered to the areas in which I really needed help.
My senior year in high school was probably my worst experience with an English course. The teacher was an angry single woman, who border lined being an extreme feminist who hated boys and men named Jeremy.In all honesty I was utterly terrified of her and not because she was the girls volleyball coach.
She made it seem like only certain things could go in certain places when in reality you could insert a multitude of grammatical pieces, but if they weren’t the ones she wanted they were automatically wrong. I’m not schmoozing in the least bit, you obviously know I’m a blunt individual, sometimes too much for my own good, but you actually helped me in the areas that I need help in.The three pieces I chose for my paragraph and essays section were Nauseating Reality, Boy Love, and Rebel Girl. I feel that these pieces showcase my ability to properly write a narrowed topic and detailed essay. Nauseating Reality was the easiest paper for me to write since I have such strong feelings toward the topic I chose; young teens getting pregnant to have a nugget of tiny reality television fame. My second essay I chose Boy Love exhibits my love on ancient Greek and Roman history.
I specifically enjoyed this one because it catered to my homosexuality. This paper also showcases that I still have an issue with quoting someone as it is for me very difficult to quote someone who has someone write it down for them and properly credit both in a non confusing fashion. Even after re-submitting it after correcting it, I still got it wrong, it’s obvious, to me anyways, that I have some sprucing up to do in that area. For the third essay I chose Rebel Girl because I felt it was the piece I liked doing the best.I may not have scored full marks on it, but for me it was the most enjoyable to write. I am not the best at writing essays, and usually only perform substantially well if it peaks my interest, which is really a habit that I need to get out of.
I enjoy story telling (narrative) more so than probably any other type of writing process. This is made very apparent in my journal entries. I chose Nauseating Reality for my process paper because it was actually the only paper I had too many topics for.I needed to narrow down, especially since it was only a paragraph. This essay shows my ability to stay on a narrow topic while supplying an ample amount of information over the entire topic of reality television causing the problem instead of televising it.
The journal entrees I chose were journals seven, ten, and eleven. I feel they are my best ones to put in the portfolio because they are narratives of dreams and thoughts that I have or had and wanted to convey. I also feel that they were my strongest pieces and the less personal ones that I posted.
For the other writings I chose an essay from my Sociology 130 class where we had to write a narrative essay on the film “Boys Don’t Cry”. It shows my strongest points in being able to properly produce a narrative essay. The language in it may be a bit more lax and unprofessional, because I try to cater the pieces I write towards the teachers I write them for.
I don’t think I’m very good at writing, at all, because I can only sporadically produce essays or papers of high quality when I “feel like it” or have “interest” in the topic.I don’t find those to be very admirable qualities of a writer. I have absolutely no intention of furthering any career in the literary arts because I don’t have the will power to do so, and it is also not anything I have any interest in doing.
I did enjoy your teaching and I liked that you tried to make it easy for everyone to learn regardless to how they learn. Even though I have no intentions of writing professionally in the future I thank you for being able to teach me the things I was unable to understand properly before.