I started off every morning of my freshman year the same way. I climbed up three flights of crowded stairs, walked to the end of the hall, made a left, and sat in the front row of my english class. Once class began, I stared blankly at my teacher and was unable to make sense of what he was saying. He babbled on about the how to find the deeper meaning in great works of literature and all I could think was yawn. After suffering through a full year of english, my teacher recommended that I take Honors English II the following year. At first, I shot him an assuring “no thank you.” There was no way I was going to continue to punish myself with difficult english classes. My teacher respected my decision, but told me I could report back to him if I changed my mind. After much thought, I walked into his class the next day, looked him in the eyes and said, “Sign me up for Honors English II.” …show more content…
I could not believe what had just taken place, and I was feeling regretful. However, signing up for Honors English II and entering the great world of honors english at U of D Jesuit was one of the greatest academic decisions I have ever made. Entering the honors english program taught me how to write efficiently and structurally. My new honors teachers also taught me how to find the deeper meaning behind the text. I developed and refined these skills because I decided to challenge myself by taking honors english, instead of flying under the radar and taking basic