Honestly I like writing and reading and hearing people’s take on a text. This class, which was filled with all of that, however I did not like and my attitude clearly reflected that. Every student learns differently and personally no matter how much I favor the subject, I vibe off of my environment. My table mates. The life of the class. Of course during third period not everyone is going to wear on their sleeves what they feel after second period is over and they rush to finish the last line of their DEJ or the sparknotes summary of chapter 12. God, I did not like the Scarlett Letter or Outliers. Yet I still read cover to cover. Even though Hawthorne 's language bothered me and I wasn’t completely in agreement with the idea that innate talent didn’t matter. I spent my summer reading about Baldwin and him whistling classical music just so white people don’t feel threatened. Hours reading. The struggles and stereotypes associated with Latina women. The words of a man locked in Birmingham jail. Leadership advice from Machiavelli. Advertisement of the American dream from the first Black president. They say, I say. News brief after new brief. About the gun violence in Chicago. And if homework is good for kids. The profits of private prisons. Police brutality. I feel like regardless of what I wanted I always did my work. My stories are seen as “rushed” because I write my thoughts. Regurgitate them, and my brain doesn’t naturally spit out AP vocabulary. …show more content…
I’ve become more confident in my writing. More willing to express myself. Grades aren’t important to me but good grades are necessary. Any cheater could get good grades but it’s more about the mystery of the skill and if you actually learned and understood. Hopefully I learned and understood and am able to apply that information and hopefully my grade reflects that. On a scale of 85 to 100, I honestly can’t pick a number. Maybe something even. But then again I am a little