ENGLISH -my worst subject of all time. I don’t like to admit that sometimes because you’d think that since it’s my first language and I am pretty good at writing essays, that I would be good at English. Well, I’m not. The English they teach at my school should be called “reading” because way more than half of it consists of reading a novel and answering questions. Comprehension is not my forte. This is how crazy my teacher is: We had to read this novel and not ONE TIME did we discuss it in class (honestly, no joke.) So, the time for the test comes around and of course all the people in her class are just as confused as can be–”what could possibly be on this test?” Then she passes out a 8 page packet that is divided into boxes of all sizes..some are titled “author background info”, “quotes”, “symbols”, etc. She tells the class that this is our test and we must work in groups of 4 to do it. When everyone gets their grades back, I promise you I did not see one grade below an A. To bring this full circle–this book was on the exam today–however information on an actual test we had previously that she TOLD our class would be on the exam, wasn’t there at all. The test was easy, if that makes this situation any better, but for me it doesn’t. To me it’s not important on whether or not this test was easy, it’s important that this teacher is to prepare me for more difficult learning in the future, and the only thing I have learned is to not believe everything she says. Maybe there is a deeper life lesson I am missing from all of this. If you find it, let me know, please.
Today seems like it’s going to be pretty much the same as yesterday: studying and boredom.
“My name is written on His Heart.”
I wish I could write something you would enjoy reading.
