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English 100 Journal #3

             After all of these weeks, after all the struggles and the pain that I have suffered from university’s relentless assaults. I, Edgar Allan Dela Cruz will survive my first semester. English 100 is one of the toughest challenges that I have faced ever since challenging the valedictorian of my class to an argument about “knowledge versus money” in which I lost. The question is why did I bring up this story? I never engage without purpose so, this is why. The title of valedictorian is awarded to the person with the highest grade point average. Also, valedictorians are respected and whom most people depend on when it comes to group activities and brain storming. Like the valedictorian, for me, English 100 has demands that I could never possibly meet. Furthermore, it is very structured and has several branches of almost unlimited supply of content. They come in different shapes and sizes. They could go from poems to essays and from paragraphs to journals. Why am I saying this? It is because I envy people who were born with natural talent on academics. These people can easily decipher poems and literary pieces like Robert Francis’ “The Pitcher” in a matter of minutes while it seemed barely understandable to people like me without that natural talent. Why can we just be equal? “Ten thousand hours” says Malcolm Gladwell, a phrase that I have been hearing from various professors at the U of R ever since the beginning of class. I had a similar motto of defeating gene via perseverance. However, I started to doubt my motto when I pushed myself to my limits and realized that I was not even close to the level and grandeur of that valedictorian. Overwhelming would be the proper word to describe this phenomenon as well as this English 100 class wouldn’t it?  I am weary of the journey of life. I am baffled, confused, and alone in the land of uncharted snow. Does hope and altruism exist? If so, who has it? Why it is only bestowed to the hands of famous, intelligent, and the undeserving? Though my futile attempts to survive this course devour my strength and distort my well-being, I do not plan on giving up. Listen: Being sick does not help either. However, for reasons unknown, my cognitively is not is not the same as before. I do not why this cognitive deterioration is happening to me. I made a gamble and placed my credibility on the line. (My head hurts). It’s not over yet English 100. I will put the last bit of my strength into passing this class before God knows what happens. English 100, you are tough to finish, and seemingly impossible to finish especially to a schmuck like but, let me tell you this: I will not letting you succeed into dragging me into the abyss.

 

 

Bonus Content:

Dear Professor,

That was some rant that I made and I apologize. However I think it had to be done and I feel a lot better know. Being sick distorts my thinking and reason. Since we are on the topic of poems, I decided to share one of mine for non-academic reason and some feedback I guess.

Sincerely Yours

Edgar Allan Dela Cruz

 

The Moon

Soundless, lifeless, and heartless

Consumed by darkness, a land of no caress.

Desolated with lies, devoured by Melancholy

Visited by observers, a vessel full of folly

Windless, depressing, clueless

Populated by craters, all faceless.

A place of overwhelming drought

A realm of unforgiving doubt

Beauty as it may from far away

A demented version of the milky way

Supressing day and offering night

The phenomena of an eclipse, the dark light

The Moon, the parsimonious moon

The pretentious shade, a silent typhoon

 

-Edgar Allan Not Poe

 

English 100 Journal #2

 

After surviving a month on Professor Wilson’s English 100 class, I feel that I am getting comfortable with the course. We tapped on mapping essays and breaking them piece by piece to decipher its meaning. What I find difficult is that some people in the class understand the course very well and already have answers on their notes. Furthermore, these people just work and submit essays with ease. I find unfair that some people have that ability but, I think who am I kidding? I am new here. Trying to learn and understand a language of a foreign country, and desperately trying to cope up from the culture shock and the learning pace of these good people who welcomed us immigrants to such a diverse country. However, I should not make excuses about my learning curves and difficulties. In fact, I should be working hard just any other person in this world.

                          I was never adept with the English language. In the Philippines, we make English essays but the difficulty is not as hard as Canadian standards. I remember those times were life was slow and taken one step at a time. On the other hand, businesses were falling into deficit and are force to file bankruptcy.  Here in Canada, you have to work very hard to achieve your desired output. That is why I always push myself towards perfection every single time even though it is not achievable.

 

Essays here, journals there, mapping fear and teachers; Fair.

In this English class, I think I should work harder and deliver some extra effort in the class. Also, I notice that I am getting weaker and may not be able to meet deadlines, but that is simply a thing that I cannot allow to intervene regarding meeting deadlines. Some people say that English is the easiest subject. Some say that Phys Ed is the way to go. Neither way is I not attuned to both of them. Furthermore, math, my affinity, is proving to give me a lot of pain and suffering lately. Sometimes I do not even know what to do with my classes. I am a desperate fool who lacks the piquant mind that he desires. This journal was actually a good idea where I can be myself and not judge by the haughty eyes of some people. As I finish this journal, I will make a promise to myself. “I will work hard in everything that I do and will not stop until I achieve my goals and endeavours”.

English 100 Journal #1

 

After surviving week 2 of Professor Wilson’s English 100 class, my uneasiness of having a disadvantage in learning the Languages Arts is diminishing. Last Tuesday, September 13th, we discussed about deciphering poems. He tackled the poem She Walk in Beauty by Lord Byron. After the class finished reading the poem, he started asking questions about the poem’s meaning. Then, he gave his own interpretation of the poem which left the whole class baffled because he started speaking about combines and the beautiful prairies. In the midst of the confusion, he supported his interpretation with the lines used from the poem. I was like: wow, he’s good, really good. He also reminded us that we need to “support our opinion”, which I find very interesting because one of my teachers in high school said that you “need to have a PH.D” for your opinions to count, supported or not. Poetry interpretation has always been an ongoing struggle for me due to the fact that English is not my first language and I am still learning its fundamentals and theories. Yes I can be called handicapped or crippled when it comes to learning English, but I am not the person who gives up easily. I have finished obstacles harder than this one, and there are tougher challenges that await me.

The following meeting, September 15th, we tackled on pre-writing strategies, in which we were told to read Fit to Print  and Pattterns for Purpose respectively. Honestly, reading the books was a little “dry” to me due to the fact that I am not used to self-studying methods that university students often venture on and I usually prefer listening in class instead of reading tons of techniques and strategies that does not make sense to me at all. I wanted to raise questions on how pre-writing can executed properly, but he solve it right away before I could even raise the question. He discussed the dos and don’ts of pre-writing which I find very useful. Furthermore, I found that writing strategies that I usually use has some holes and some sentences do not  have any connection to the essays at all which led to my teachers giving out questions marks on some sentences on my essays whenever I submit one. One thing I found new on this lecture was the Free writing, a method in which the writer writes and writes everything that comes in his/her on paper until he/she runs out of ideas, and the “real” ideas come out. I find this method to be very fascinating because I have never tried this before. Then, he started discussing about the three kinds of essays namely Personal, Persuasive, and Informative essay. I usually could not distinguish the difference between informative and persuasive due to the fact that both types of essays are very similar in nature. Writing has always been my weakness and it no matter how much I try to write, edit, and re-write, I often get lower marks than my target mark should be. I often work hard and it takes a lot of time for me to finish a high school essay. I think that I should spend more time expounding on my understanding of the Language Arts and get help if I could or even read and decipher the books that was provided for this class. I have just to try and try until I have it mastered. I just have to resort to my diligence because I do not have talent on writing.

English 100 Journals Pilot

 

I am gonna start a new series called English 100 journals. This series is where I make my own Reflection of my English 100 Class!  It’s a little emotional, and Some of them are a bit personal but it doesn’t matter. This is gonna be a little different from what I usually post because English is the subject that I persoanlly have struggles with because I am a Second-language student, Well Technically its my 3rd language hehehe. Without Further a Do, let the posting begin!

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