We just got our test grades back from our last Math for Elementary Education test, and I made a 93. Some of my classmates in my group text are going, “Yes! I made a 87!” and are getting comments like, “Woohoo!” and “You go, girl!” and meanwhile, I’m sitting here thinking, “Wonder what I missed. I’ve got to do better. There were just four points between me and a B.” Don’t worry, I definitely do not tell my classmates that I’m (mildly) disappointed about a 93.
During the first week of Spring classes, my American Literature instructor asked me what I made in my last English class. I told him I made a 99. He said that means I had to have made a high A on every test and essay, and I probably wouldn’t be able to do that in his class. We have had one test and one essay so far, and I made a 100 and a 96 respectively. Looks like I’m doing what he said I probably wouldn’t be able to do; however, his comment gave me anxiety. I stressed about both of these assignments and worried while I awaited the grades, even though I knew I had done my best.
New Year’s Day has always been a day of reflection and hope for me. I look back at the previous year and try to think of my accomplishments. Then I look ahead and try to think of actionable decisions I can make to better my own life. I believe we bring our own happiness in this world, and it’s up to me to ensure I am living life in a way that makes me happy.
2017 was actually a pretty great year for me. I was trying to think of things I’d like to change in 2018, and although I came up with some resolutions, it was difficult because I feel like I accomplished so much in 2017:
Poetry is one of the things I knew I would study in my English class, and I had been dreading it all semester. Before now, I didn’t really understand or appreciate poetry. I guess my issue with it before was that I felt like authors should just state what they mean. Poetry is often so short that so much is left up to interpretation. More often that not, I was confused after reading a piece of poetry, but I think that’s because I didn’t know how to read it. My English instructor simplified it in a way no other teacher had ever done for me, and going through her model, I have been able to pull so much out of so many different poems.
She taught me to start with the theme, the speaker, and the tone. Who is the poem about, what is he or she saying, and how is he or she saying it? From there, I look for diction and syntax, which is word choice and placement, as those things are usually chosen for a reason in poetry. Then I look at sound, figures of speech, and finally rhythm and meter. We looked closely at seven poems this semester and took our poetry test today. My favorite poems were “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden and “I Could Not Stop For Death” by Emily Dickinson. I identify so much with the former, and the latter is just so interesting to me. Dickinson personified death and wrote about him like he was a gentleman escorting her to her “eternity;” she was strangely upbeat about the whole idea.