Reflective Essay About Mr. Spencer 'Leaving Pency'

Midlothian High School remains extremely well-known across the country for its intelligent, caring, and dedicated faculty and teachers. As a former student, I can affirm this claim. From History to French to Mathematics, my teachers made my learning experience feel important and worth-while. Despite this, among all these great faculty members, the English Department shines bright because of one teacher and leader that stands out above the rest. Mrs. Sharon Austin, my junior year John Tyler Community College composition teacher has impacted my life in extraordinary ways. Because of her influence in my personal education and growth as a student, I admire her greatly as a leader in the world.

When classes first began in August, Professor Birnbaum informed our class about the four essays in which we would write throughout the course and be graded on strictly. In addition, we would also get into small groups weekly to gather ideas and improve our paper. Nevertheless, the first essay began. We were told as a class to write an essay on a personal experience in which meant greatly to us, so I wrote about a speech I gave in front of 700 people. I spent less than three days working on the essay with only one revision. In result, I received an outstanding grade of a 93, boosting my confidence in Professor Birnbaum’s class greatly. She commented on the paper that I needed to work on my verb tense, sentence structure, and mechanics that distract readers through the paper. In addition, she also let the entire class know that she would not be lenient in the next three papers and

It took a second reading for me to see past the humor and understand the manipulation behind it. The replies to my post last week also brought up viewpoints I had not considered. A single essay can mean many things to many people, especially when students look at from different angles. For example, “A Modest Proposal” at face value from the gentry’s perspective or if a poor Irishman interpreted the essay as a true

On August 31st 1997, two families bridged together through matrimony were suddenly broken by the death of Princess Diana. These two bloodlines, one of royalty and one of aristocracy, were forced to face the commonwealth with sadness; Speeches by The Queen and Diana’s brother, The Earl, were necessary. As multiple populations were grieving and reminiscing over the loss of such a popular public patron, many were growing irritable and suspicious of the tragic car accident and the lack of communication from The Queen. With pressures rising, the funeral approaching, and individuals still looking for someone to blame, Queen Elizabeth and Earl Spencer each delivered their own speech regarding the recent events. Despite the common topics and audience, it is evident how both speeches varied, especially concerning exigence, the use of rhetorical devices, and overall effectiveness

When I got this essay back, I was surprised by the grade I acquired. It motivated me to put more thought into my essays, and at least

Mrs. Wilson instilled a love for reading in me. In first grade this didn’t seem like much, but as the years went on I saw her impact on my life in many different ways. In fifth grade I was given the opportunity to be “student leader”, presented the opportunity to go to the young grades and read to the kids. I of course chose to read to Mrs. Wilson’s class. This

John Spencer is a fourteen-year-old kid who is all alone. He was on a ship that was attacked by the wrecker, and everyone aboard the ship died except for him. He must survive the wreckers, and try to live on his own at such a young age. The three most important reasons this book has a good title are because that’s what the bad guys in the book are named, it fits the time period, and it describes the wreckers as a group.

This piece allowed me to use personal stories, and discover quotes by notable individuals. Quotes are articles that make me extremely content. The fact that I was sanctioned to start the essay with a quote about love, and mention two individuals who are important to me made it easier to process sentences onto my paper. Also, this essay had a basic three paragraph format, so that familiarity created a smooth working process. When my environment and tasks are personal and relatable, my stress is relieved and I am forced to smile, making the Prairie Meadows Scholarship Essay paper the easiest to

I walked into room 160 and saw a group of anxious 14 year olds, waiting for the lady we had all heard so much about to walk in. Rumors about her ranged from “she will make you cry daily” to “she’s basically the human form of a fire breathing dragon”. When the bell rang, we all prepared for the worst. The small lady that walked in, with short brown hair and glasses too big for her face did not look nearly as intimidating as all the stories suggested, which was comforting on that first day of class. This was Mrs. Carballo, my AP US History teacher. She started our first day off by talking about the summer reading and our objectives for the year. By the time the second week rolled around, I felt pretty comfortable with the course...that is, until we all received books that were almost bigger than we were!

My mom had the best intentions, but she didn't know how to help me. My mother was practically a single mother for two years I had to grow up real quick. She had to work and I had to stay home, lock all the doors, and find a way to keep my little sister entertained. For a long time I didn't understand why my father had left. One day we got a call that my grandfather was in the hospital. A few days later he passed. That moment changed every single person in my family. Everyone was broken, but yet the spark that had been dead in all of us lit up. Over time, many of the scars from the past began to fade along with my bitter attitude. These experiences formed who my family is today and how they have raised me to be. I now understand my hardships weren’t an excuse to be unkind. I have grown into a responsible women with strong morals and values. The essay asked how would I contribute to the diversity of The University of Kentucky and the answer is I have a spark. A spark that no one else but I have. The spark that's going to give me that push to fight harder and stronger than any other

That was the final assignment that Mrs. Guenette had assigned us or so I thought. Apparently while we were working on the To Kill A Mockingbird essay we were supposed to also be working on a poetry assignment that had to be handed in before Mr. Toby got back. I never knew this and by the time I found out it was too late to hand everything in. I only found out about it because the class was talking about with Mr. Toby. It felt like I had a mini heart attack when I heard about the assignment because I didn’t hand it in and that meant a I got a zero. Hearing that I would get a zero made me scared to see what my whole mark was in the

Henderson will be reading it. It's not that I have anything bad to say because I don’t, I genuinely love Mr. Henderson and his class. It's just weird because I don't want him to think I am writing all these good things because I know he's going to be reading it. Mr. Henderson has been one of the realest teachers I've ever had. He expects us to write very personal essays, but he also shares his personal essays, so it's kind of a fair balance. The books we read in this class range from pretty boring to very interesting. I hated reading Paradise Lost, but, on the other hand, I loved reading Disgrace. The discussions also vary, it really depends on the book. Mr. Henderson tries his best to keep the class engaged. This is my first year doing minutes in an English class and in the beginning I really hated them, but over time I've grown pretty fond of them. After minutes Mr. Henderson always asks us if we have any announcements and I think that's a good way for Mr. Henderson to be updated on our lives and I have no other teacher who does this, so I really appreciate Mr. Henderson for always asking. As for the essays, we always have a good amount of time to complete each one and we also have one extension per semester which is great. This is going to be the last essay I write for all of high school and I hope it will be the best one yet. I know right now this seems like such a dreadful thing, but a few years down the line, I’m

Herbert Spencer was an English philosopher and sociologist in the Victorian era. Spencer is a structural- functionalism theorist. He developed an extensive conception of evolution as the liberal development of the physical world, biological organisms, the human mind, and human culture and societies.

After a grueling first quarter, I was completely miserable, with terrible grades, low self-esteem, and no end in sight. I was hanging on to the hope that there would be some epiphany moment, a moment where suddenly my writing soared, along with my grades. That change did happen, but not all at once‒ it began during the third quarter, when my teacher, Ms. Boynton, asked me to stay after class, along with five other students. She asked if we would each be interested in participating in The Atlantic and College Board Essay Contest, in which we would each submit an analysis of a famous American speech. I was truly stunned that she had chosen me over so many other students in the class, since I had felt so lost for so many weeks, but it was exactly what I needed as motivation to keep on improving my writing. As I worked closely with her on my contest submission and other class work, I came to realize how much she cared about me and wanted to help me succeed. With that being said, she never made it easy; she continually pushed me, knowing that I could always do better if I set my mind to it. Last September, I began her demanding course with the intention of purely surviving, not necessarily thriving, but that

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