ENGLISH CLASS HILL
I have always hated English class. I was never at the top of my class writing-wise. Just when I always thought I had nailed an assigned writing piece, I always had done something wrong and got NO advice or tips for what I could do to do better the next time. This all changed when I walked into my English class on the first day of school with Mr. John Fitzsimmons. I have heard from some friends that Fitz is one of the greatest English teachers you’ll ever have, but I still did not know what to expect when I walked into my first day of English class.
When I walked into the first day of my 8th grade English class, there was a different vibe in the room. I could already tell that something was going to be different with this class. I felt so much more different than lower school language arts or middle school I.S. I thought I would finally succeed in my challenge of writing. I was never able to sit in front of my laptop, open up a word document, and write a “wham-damner” of an essay, a paragraph, or a fictional stories. The only thing that was different with English, we actually got to use technology as a tool. Those were probably the greatest words I had heard in my day. I HATED handwriting, I honestly think that I have the worst penmanship in the world, and that makes teachers angry. When teachers get angry, they begin to dislike you. When they begin to dislike you, there is a high chance you could end up with some bad grades. When you get bad grades, everything just starts to go downhill. Even though there was no paper allowed, it did not change the fact that I was still a terrible writer. I never considered myself as a writer, I thought I was a terrible writer. Then it came to me, literally. I got the help from the greatest teacher I had ever met, Mr. Fitzsimmons. I didn’t know I was such a good writer after all the techniques he has given me. I used to have struggled with writing a lot. I considered myself so bad, I could not even write a topic sentence the right way. It took me a very long time to find the right route for becoming a better writer, and Mr. Fitzsimmons was part of helping me finding that road. Now I can write a topic sentence without even thinking about what to say.
I felt like I have really grown as a writer this year. I got to know Mr. Fitz really well, and now we have a good relationship. Oh, did I forget to mention that Fitz is also my advisor. Even in advisor, I get along with Fitz. He gives me a lot of useful tips for writing life and other general things one encounters in life.
Just like the famous Shakespeare said, “All the worlds a stage,” which makes me think writing is just like a stage, a stage that can be done with however you want, with whatever you want, whenever you want. Writing is something you can do everywhere, and nobody cares what you write about. A love story, a science fiction story, or even a biography. Nobody cares, but you about what you write. Writing can be a wide open galaxy, where there are endless possibilities.
I always thought that writing stories would be one of my biggest strengths this year in English. I decided to write my very first story on my first ski race and how I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Now you all may have heard this example before, but it seriously was the very first blog post I had, so bare with me. It took my a couple of hours to write the story cause I wasn’t really in “writing mode” but in the end, I was very happy with my completed work. The next morning, I had submitted my writing into schoology, feeling proud and strong for what I had done. Later that day, being the grading Fitz is had graded my story. I was a bit anxious to find out what my grade was but I could not wait to get the good grade feeling on my chest, so it could stand there like a chest plate, hard and strong. That moment I saw that 90 percentile, I was enlightened My heart was racing, and I could already feel like that I was on the right track for where I wanted to go throughout the course of this class. I had thought to myself, was Fitz impressed with my style of writing, or was he feeding me a softball on my very first assignment of the year. I didn’t even think about it. My rest of the fall term went great, I understood the comma rules, understood the types of paragraph forms, the whole nine yards.
The next term, the Winter term, is always my biggest struggle for getting good grades. I walked into class feeling energetic, and ready to learn for what I had done wrong. Fitz gathered us all together for the first 15 minutes of class, just like always does. He talked to us about his blog, what he had put on it, and told us that we were going to start our own. I thought that having a blog would be kinda stupid, then it hit me. Fitz said that I needed more practice with writing, and this would be the perfect tool for the job. I started blogging immediately. By now, I have some great content up on my blog, and I think I have gotten some good grades on some of the pieces that I had wrote.
Now here we are in the spring term. We’re wrapping everything up, finishing up any projects and starting to prepare for exams. Just like Mr. Sean Patch said himself, “Spring is a dangerous time.” I completely agree with that phrase because the spring term could be the perfect time to succeed or completely fall apart and mess up everything. Keep it together Fenn Men!
Ya know, after giving it a lot of thought, eating a cow is a very hard thing to do. This may sound like no easy task, but in English, it is a lot easier……..wait, who am I kidding, IT IS A LOT HARDER!! Teachers give so much homework these days: poem miners, balladmongers, four journal post that have to look like this and be this long, and it just never ends! The best part is that teachers cram all of this work to us thats due in three maybe four days! Understanding the metaphor, “Eat your cow” is quite confusing. Fitz told us a crazy, (yet probably true) story about a knight who really wanted to marry the princess. The King said that the knight could marry the princess if he ate a really fat cow in one month. If the knight failed, The King would hold the Kinght’s head The knight agreed and the contest began. One month is a pretty short ride. So the knight slacked off for about three weeks and then remembered he had a fat cow to eat. One week later, the knights head was all that remained. My point is if you have an assignment to do, don’t wait until the very last second, just like I did for this essay.
Fenn has been a very special place to me for five years running. Fenn has helped me look more into myself, and find out who I really am. Fenn has also taught me to become smarter, more humorous with my teachers and friends and to enjoy my time at Fenn to its limits. Fenn has always been a second home to me, everyone at Fenn has made me feel comfortable and welcomed.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I get all confused of what I see because it is something different every time. Throughout the year, I feel like I’ve matured more. Being the person I am now is going to really set me up well for where I am going to go in the rest of my life, and Fenn has done a very good job of making me turn into a young man with good discipline and hardship. Even though I will be pedaling on to Boston College High School next year, I will always keep the memories I made at Fenn strong in my head. Going to BC High next year will be no easy task, but I am sure that Fenn gave me a starting boost to prepare me. Once I get back on my bike to leave Fenn, taking that road to high school will be quite a long ride, but at least it brings me where I want to be most.