Ready To Read, Dr. Preston~
I remember the first day of school like it was yesterday. I was feeling very hopeful that I would love or at least take interest about anything in any of the classes I am taking. As for fifth period, my friends are also in my class period so I was not too worried or really pondered about how I would survive throughout the entire year. From what I remember, once I entered the classroom, my first two thoughts were, “whoah, it’s pretty nice,” and, “gotta find good seats.” I was with Alyssa at the time, so we found seats near each other and spaces for our other friends. I am sure that I was mainly focusing on the neatness of the classroom and is suddenly finding the right inside voice volume and fitting personality. Meaning, I had to decide if I can act like how I act outside of class.
My first impression of you was that you seemed like the type of person who is very organised. Breaking it down, your diction with the way you dresses were equally balanced and definitely not annoying, which really relieved me. Confronting the topic of stereotypical teachers on the first day of school a used me greatly. I am positive that I am not the only one who got their expectations completely ruined that day, and it increased when you gave us the right of choice as to how the course can run. However, it does not end there because you even stepped out of the room. Declaring that you wanted to earn our trust, and pointing out that you trusted us by doing that, left an interesting impression in my mind.
Starting the journaling and blogging assignments, initially, I was impressed with the idea of having to express our thoughts and skill, and be able to display them both on paper and online. Our first assignment was to memorise the poem, Richard Cory, record ourselves, and then post it on our blog. Being excited to have my own blog and determined to make them look like ones I would actually be interested in looking at, I added a few content about my experiences in the blog. Doing certain schoolwork online was nothing new, but having to do it on a daily basis and not simply seen as doing it for a grade, I truly enjoyed them. As for the journals, being told to write a half page response kind of irked me, but most of the time, I would find myself immersed in the topic and lost in my thoughts to the point where I would write until the bottom of the page.
Of course, like any other classes, there would be a point where the pressure and stress would hit hard on students. In this class, it started when we would then get assigned with three or more blogs to post a day, mixing in with work from other classes. At the time, I was also struggling in my relationships with my friends, family, and time management. Despite that, having multiple support and learning from past depression experiences, I reused the method of staying on track with a positive way of thinking. Terrified of being trapped in a dark abyss once more, I focused on doing things one by one no matter how late they may be turned in. The more I ponder over this point, everything was really caused by procrastinating on one assignment and another and so on.
Throughout the first semester of the course, routines or strategies were created. One, I would list every single one of my work with a good short description of what should be done. Two, arrange the work from the easiest to the hardest or which took the shortest to the longest amount of time to finish. Three, I would then divide my time specifically, which would then depend on my schedule for the day, with a few tricks and adjustments here and there. Lastly, I complete the assignments.
There was a moment in class that truly encouraged me to strive and do better, and have helped me polish up this strategy of mine. It was when one of my favourite childhood artist committed suicide and I just remember feeling devastated and lost, crying during my classes and break because she was one of the artists I could definitely relate with in personality. However, on that same day, you, Dr. Preston, suddenly confronted me about being a performer and even gave me the compliment of the fact that a performer is your student, cool. At the time, I felt the feeling that answered my big question, and had the sense of pushing forward.
Comparing myself from the first day of school to now, I must admit that I did improve. The most important of them all is my personality. Learning about others through their blogs and especially, myself, have truly shaped and widened my point of view about the past, present, and future. To be completely honest with everyone, I sure complained about this class for a good few times, but I am also sure that if I did not have your class, I would still be confused with who I am and what kind of person I would want to become. The blog that truly made me stop and realise, “wow, Sen, you changed,” and remember being very proud of myself was when I created the blog Sen’s Relaxation. While writing that blog, I was at the climax and I knew others were at theirs, too, so I wanted to help others relax to make myself relax. In the blog, I addressed the topic of being completely pressured and being at the breaking point.
My first impression of you was that you seemed like the type of person who is very organised. Breaking it down, your diction with the way you dresses were equally balanced and definitely not annoying, which really relieved me. Confronting the topic of stereotypical teachers on the first day of school a used me greatly. I am positive that I am not the only one who got their expectations completely ruined that day, and it increased when you gave us the right of choice as to how the course can run. However, it does not end there because you even stepped out of the room. Declaring that you wanted to earn our trust, and pointing out that you trusted us by doing that, left an interesting impression in my mind.
Starting the journaling and blogging assignments, initially, I was impressed with the idea of having to express our thoughts and skill, and be able to display them both on paper and online. Our first assignment was to memorise the poem, Richard Cory, record ourselves, and then post it on our blog. Being excited to have my own blog and determined to make them look like ones I would actually be interested in looking at, I added a few content about my experiences in the blog. Doing certain schoolwork online was nothing new, but having to do it on a daily basis and not simply seen as doing it for a grade, I truly enjoyed them. As for the journals, being told to write a half page response kind of irked me, but most of the time, I would find myself immersed in the topic and lost in my thoughts to the point where I would write until the bottom of the page.
Of course, like any other classes, there would be a point where the pressure and stress would hit hard on students. In this class, it started when we would then get assigned with three or more blogs to post a day, mixing in with work from other classes. At the time, I was also struggling in my relationships with my friends, family, and time management. Despite that, having multiple support and learning from past depression experiences, I reused the method of staying on track with a positive way of thinking. Terrified of being trapped in a dark abyss once more, I focused on doing things one by one no matter how late they may be turned in. The more I ponder over this point, everything was really caused by procrastinating on one assignment and another and so on.
Throughout the first semester of the course, routines or strategies were created. One, I would list every single one of my work with a good short description of what should be done. Two, arrange the work from the easiest to the hardest or which took the shortest to the longest amount of time to finish. Three, I would then divide my time specifically, which would then depend on my schedule for the day, with a few tricks and adjustments here and there. Lastly, I complete the assignments.
There was a moment in class that truly encouraged me to strive and do better, and have helped me polish up this strategy of mine. It was when one of my favourite childhood artist committed suicide and I just remember feeling devastated and lost, crying during my classes and break because she was one of the artists I could definitely relate with in personality. However, on that same day, you, Dr. Preston, suddenly confronted me about being a performer and even gave me the compliment of the fact that a performer is your student, cool. At the time, I felt the feeling that answered my big question, and had the sense of pushing forward.
Comparing myself from the first day of school to now, I must admit that I did improve. The most important of them all is my personality. Learning about others through their blogs and especially, myself, have truly shaped and widened my point of view about the past, present, and future. To be completely honest with everyone, I sure complained about this class for a good few times, but I am also sure that if I did not have your class, I would still be confused with who I am and what kind of person I would want to become. The blog that truly made me stop and realise, “wow, Sen, you changed,” and remember being very proud of myself was when I created the blog Sen’s Relaxation. While writing that blog, I was at the climax and I knew others were at theirs, too, so I wanted to help others relax to make myself relax. In the blog, I addressed the topic of being completely pressured and being at the breaking point.
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