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What is (or has been) your relationship with reading and writing? How has it developed and changed over the years? Did your parents read to you as a child? Did your elementary school teachers? What kinds of books did they choose and how did you feel about them? How did you feel about writing as a middle-schooler? How do you feel about it now? Chart and analyze these factors and their relationship with each other. Pay attention of cause-and-effect patterns. Give specific details/example scenarios¿stay away from generalization. I would rather have you focus closely on a shorter period than give me the 411 on your life. You may or may not choose to include your experience in this class as part of the content in this paper.
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ENG112 4/29/07
Reflection Paper
Let me start off by answering some of the required questions in quick succession. Did my parents read to me as a child? No. They did not read or speak English very well, and they wouldn?t have had the time to do so anyway. Did my elementary school teachers? Yes, they did. What kinds of books did they choose? I don?t remember. Clifford the Big Red Dog? How did I feel about the books that my elementary school teachers chose? I was bored and never paid attention because no one else was paying attention. How did I feel about writing as a middle-schooler? I was a hell of a lot more confident and competent than a lot of my peers, but I loathed having to write for class and enjoyed working on my own writing projects a lot more. How do I feel about it now? I feel exactly the same as I did in middle school.
Contrary to what one may think, I?ve had an involved history with both reading and writing. I was a ravenous reader from the time I was in elementary school to the time I graduated from high school. I kept a daily diary all throughout middle and high school, and an online blog with pages upon pages of philosophic articles during my freshman year of college. I have always been very picky of what I enjoy in a book, and do not take kindly to being forced to read and analyze a book that I have not chosen myself. All the English classes that I have ever taken have done nothing for me as far as enhancing my reading comprehension and critical thinking. These are things that I simply don?t do when I have no interest in the reading material, whether it be REM-inducing works like The Scarlet Letter or hard-to-decipher works like Shakespeare?s plays, all of which, by the way, I would find wholly uninteresting even if they were written in colloquial language. My development in the areas of English have largely been accomplished through personal activities like reading and writing in my free time, and by my own choice. I have gleaned very little from formal English classes other than mundane things like how to properly construct a research paper or how to cite sources.
I have obviously always been very picky about the things that I like to read or write about. Ever since elementary school, my mind would shut off whenever we would have to read something that I had no interest in, making me grow more and more resentful of English class, especially when we had to analyze works detail by detail. I remember one day in high school when we were reading Romeo and Juliet. Mercutio says in one part, ?ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.? It?s obvious that he means he will be dead tomorrow, but when my teacher asked us what this meant, no one raised their hands because all of us were bored to death and didn?t feel like expending energy just to answer such a simple question with such a mundane, non-life-altering answer. ?It?s a pun!? my teacher said. Really? That is so clever and original! I bet that if I smash my face repeatedly against my desk I can make myself dumb enough to think such a thing was clever or mind-blowing.
I think English classes have numerous problems. Firstly, not everyone is interested in reading assigned material, especially when the material turns out to be unexciting for them. As a result, they do not feel compelled to participate in class or open themselves up to whatever the teacher is trying to teach them, if anything. Secondly, many of the books chosen don?t make worthwhile points. Many are inapplicable to the reader?s life. Many don?t conjure strong emotions or opinions. Many are uninteresting to the reader. These are major, persistent, and pervasive issues in the teaching of English.
What is (or has been) your relationship with reading and writing? How has it developed and changed over the years? Did your parents read to you as a child? Did your elementary school teachers? What kinds of books did they choose and how did you feel about them? How did you feel about writing as a middle-schooler? How do you feel about it now? Chart and analyze these factors and their relationship with each other. Pay attention of cause-and-effect patterns. Give specific details/example scenarios¿stay away from generalization. I would rather have you focus closely on a shorter period than give me the 411 on your life. You may or may not choose to include your experience in this class as part of the content in this paper.
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ENG112 4/29/07
Reflection Paper
Let me start off by answering some of the required questions in quick succession. Did my parents read to me as a child? No. They did not read or speak English very well, and they wouldn?t have had the time to do so anyway. Did my elementary school teachers? Yes, they did. What kinds of books did they choose? I don?t remember. Clifford the Big Red Dog? How did I feel about the books that my elementary school teachers chose? I was bored and never paid attention because no one else was paying attention. How did I feel about writing as a middle-schooler? I was a hell of a lot more confident and competent than a lot of my peers, but I loathed having to write for class and enjoyed working on my own writing projects a lot more. How do I feel about it now? I feel exactly the same as I did in middle school.
Contrary to what one may think, I?ve had an involved history with both reading and writing. I was a ravenous reader from the time I was in elementary school to the time I graduated from high school. I kept a daily diary all throughout middle and high school, and an online blog with pages upon pages of philosophic articles during my freshman year of college. I have always been very picky of what I enjoy in a book, and do not take kindly to being forced to read and analyze a book that I have not chosen myself. All the English classes that I have ever taken have done nothing for me as far as enhancing my reading comprehension and critical thinking. These are things that I simply don?t do when I have no interest in the reading material, whether it be REM-inducing works like The Scarlet Letter or hard-to-decipher works like Shakespeare?s plays, all of which, by the way, I would find wholly uninteresting even if they were written in colloquial language. My development in the areas of English have largely been accomplished through personal activities like reading and writing in my free time, and by my own choice. I have gleaned very little from formal English classes other than mundane things like how to properly construct a research paper or how to cite sources.
I have obviously always been very picky about the things that I like to read or write about. Ever since elementary school, my mind would shut off whenever we would have to read something that I had no interest in, making me grow more and more resentful of English class, especially when we had to analyze works detail by detail. I remember one day in high school when we were reading Romeo and Juliet. Mercutio says in one part, ?ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man.? It?s obvious that he means he will be dead tomorrow, but when my teacher asked us what this meant, no one raised their hands because all of us were bored to death and didn?t feel like expending energy just to answer such a simple question with such a mundane, non-life-altering answer. ?It?s a pun!? my teacher said. Really? That is so clever and original! I bet that if I smash my face repeatedly against my desk I can make myself dumb enough to think such a thing was clever or mind-blowing.
I think English classes have numerous problems. Firstly, not everyone is interested in reading assigned material, especially when the material turns out to be unexciting for them. As a result, they do not feel compelled to participate in class or open themselves up to whatever the teacher is trying to teach them, if anything. Secondly, many of the books chosen don?t make worthwhile points. Many are inapplicable to the reader?s life. Many don?t conjure strong emotions or opinions. Many are uninteresting to the reader. These are major, persistent, and pervasive issues in the teaching of English.
