Sophomore is that year when you are no longer the baby of the
school, but you are not the hot shots yet. Being a tenth grader was such an odd pahse, but I got through it. I
believe that i grew stronger in English class, but I did not try as hard as I should have.
In the beginning of the year I was so nervous and I had a hard time
adjusting to the fast-paced curriculum. I tried my very hardest in the beginning but i soon gave up. I did not
believe that I could ever get any grade higher than a C in the class and therefore concluded in me not trying at all.
I would not study, i would not revise my essays, i would not even try to learn the new vocabulary words because I was just
going to wing-it. I regret all of that because if I had tried at all, I could be getting a higher grade in
the class right now.
In the middle of the year, I started trying a lot more, our grading
system was turned upside down out of no where. I tried and tried, but i still do not get the grade that I think i should
be getting in the class. Maybe it's just me, but I do not think my writing is all that horrible. I do sound repetitive
and elemetary, but it is understandable (sarcasm, my writing needs to improve A LOT).
Towards the end of the year, where we are as of right now,
I am barely passing by the class with a B-. I do not think that is growth at all. At least it is not a C, but
soon it will be there. If i had not spent most of my time out of that class and in yearbook, i think that i would be
doing better in that class than I am right now. I did not spend most of my time physically in yearbook, but
my mind was always on it. Next year I will not spend too much thinking energy on yearbook, I will spend my time developing
my vocabulary so that I will not sound like a third grader learning how to construct a compound-complex sentence.