Self Reflective Essay

Self Reflective Essay

Despite my love for reading literature of all types, my background in English is not as varied as I would like it to be. I was a student in a beginning English class in high school. English is my second language. I read plenty of books taking English classes and also some literature classes. Although I do not recall all of the works we studied, I do remember some of them. These works include The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Of Mice and Men and The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck. As I continued my education in English, it became easier for me to free write. The hardest thing for me to do is pick a topic read about it, and then write about it. I think it all stems from me being interested in that subject or topic. The more I learn about something or the more I am interested the easier it becomes for me to write about that certain topic.

I believe my love for and experiences with English can be traced back to my childhood. An intensely shy young girl, I found adventure in books. Rather than playing outdoors with friends, I chose to escape through reading. Books gave me a chance to be someone much braver and more interesting than myself, Nancy Drew. When I first began to study in a school setting, I hated it. I did not understand why we were always writing essays or have to do book reports on books that we knew we had to read. Above all, I did not understand the fact that there had to be correct punctuation and everything had to be organized. Why couldn’t I just put down all of my thoughts on paper and not have to worry about where a comma or period should be placed.

I have mixed feelings about my high school English classes. I found myself making half fast attempts, at best, to learn the required material, when I was in high school. I am sure it had to do with the fact that my teachers didn’t seem interested in teaching rather than just receiving a pay check. When I reflect upon this course, I wish I overcome my dislike...