My Learning Fall and Rise
The first day of school, I had been used to introductions and teachers talking all period about the plans for the school year. I was tired of the pain I was feeling and tried to ignore it so bad I ended up ignoring what the teachers were saying.
Dr Preston had been talking about being a open source classroom or anything old skool textbook, paper and pen. I couldn’t concentrate. I was bouncing in my seat, anxiously. I didn’t wanna be here. As soon as he finished talked I ran out of the class room, anxious to puke my guts out hoping I would feel a lot better. I didn’t.
As I walked back into the class, I realized I didn’t have an option with our school year choices. I didn’t have internet at home I knew it was going to be hard getting work done that wasn’t paper pencil. Even still I continued, I stayed in the class trying to finish as much posts as I could, leaving the rest for the next day. But there was never enough time during class. I would go to the public library to steal some wifi and hopefully finish some posts. Most of them were left undone in my journal.
As I walked back into the class, I realized I didn’t have an option with our school year choices. I didn’t have internet at home I knew it was going to be hard getting work done that wasn’t paper pencil. Even still I continued, I stayed in the class trying to finish as much posts as I could, leaving the rest for the next day. But there was never enough time during class. I would go to the public library to steal some wifi and hopefully finish some posts. Most of them were left undone in my journal.
Writing in the journals wasn’t that much of a challenge. I always tend to write. Not a lot which I wasn’t sure was good enough or as good as an AP class goes. Then there’s the blogs. I have an account I rant everyday I’m feeling some sort of way and posting on the blogs was very similar. The only problem was I wasn’t very passionate about the blogs. They were done because they had to be. I post because i want to.
There was a point I realized that I was way behind. I had no posts and we were supposed to have at least 35. I was beat. I never prioritized this class as much as I did to math and physics. I knew this was going to happen, still I didn’t do the posts. I was okay with failing. Now that I’ve caught up to most of my posts I realized, no I can’t fail this class. I have to pass.
While pressuring my self to understand every literature piece we’ve read, I realized my outlook on things. I wrote down notes from Young Goodman Brown and noticed that Dr. Preston had talked about what the author had meant to write. I reread and came to a conclusion that I took this story into my own life and it completely changed its message.
Now I know every class is important. I shouldn’t let one class top the other and because of this I should focus equally to all of them. For this upcoming semester, I have to be on top of things as they will be the last 3 semesters before graduation.
There was a point I realized that I was way behind. I had no posts and we were supposed to have at least 35. I was beat. I never prioritized this class as much as I did to math and physics. I knew this was going to happen, still I didn’t do the posts. I was okay with failing. Now that I’ve caught up to most of my posts I realized, no I can’t fail this class. I have to pass.
While pressuring my self to understand every literature piece we’ve read, I realized my outlook on things. I wrote down notes from Young Goodman Brown and noticed that Dr. Preston had talked about what the author had meant to write. I reread and came to a conclusion that I took this story into my own life and it completely changed its message.
Now I know every class is important. I shouldn’t let one class top the other and because of this I should focus equally to all of them. For this upcoming semester, I have to be on top of things as they will be the last 3 semesters before graduation.
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