My supercalifragilisticexpialidocious wall by sam haines https://padlet.com/samhaines99/tmbqzpipeu2w Made with magic en-us 2018-09-19 02:25:19 UTC 2018-09-19 02:26:34 UTC hello@padlet.com Samuel HainesComp 1Amy Doty18, September 2018Final Reflection My name is Samuel Haines most people call me Sam or Sammy. In high school my teachers didn’t care how well we did on papers. They would just pass us on to the next grade so they didn’t have to worry about us for another year. They would give you a passing grade no matter what. When in class they wouldn’t explain anything and wouldn’t answer questions to the best they can. Now when I found out that I would have to take a English composition class I got to worry. I worried because I didn’t know what I was going to have to do because, I did not know a lot about writing papers. When I started this quarter taking this class I tried my best by showing up and being prepared with everything thing to go. I tried to write the papers required to for this class the best I could. Then came the phone call. My best friend from high school mother called me. I try to talk him and his family every Friday afternoon. But she called me on Tuesday in the middle of the day. It was kind of strange. When I answered. I could hear her crying. When I asked her what was wrong? I could hear her take a deep breath and then my heart stopped. She told me that my best friend, a brother, a family member died in a bad car crash. I dropped everything and went home. After his funeral I didn’t know what to do. When I came back to Lincoln I didn’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone, so I stayed home. When I finally decided to start to go back to class it was to late I was already behind, and every few days it would just hit me that he wasn’t with us anymore. I was just depressed. This is the second friend I lost in less than a year. But no matter what I decided I was just going to have to march on through the wind and the snow and, get through this quarter. I still needed to think of my future. Once I buckled down I started to learn more on how to write. The next paper I finished I was proud of myself it was a lot better than the first. Then next paper was better and the next. In my opinion any ways compared to my first paper. I like how we were told to choose a social issue. I like it because it was a topic that we wanted to talk about it was something I could get into. We worked on it in class and helped others. We talked about what we need to do for the paper and how to better it. We talked to are peers and talked with one another on how someone could better their paper and what needed to be fixed. When it came to assignment this quarter I didn’t do good at all. Once my best friend died I just care a whole lot and started slacking off. Now I don’t expect to pass this quarter by any means and I’m not to worried about it. I know what I should have done and need to do. Compared to high school this was completely different. From the assignments and the expectations to the teacher and her teaching. Now Amy your teaching was a lot different than what I was used to. You listen to your students’ questions and you answer their questions in depth. When I would meet with you would help me with everything that I needed. I know I was not the best student you have ever had. With not showing up to class and some assignment not getting done. You are one of very few teachers that care about their students. Not just about their schooling but also about their wellbeing. If I end up taking this class again which I more than likely will I want, you as the teacher. I wouldn’t want any other teacher. Even though it may not seem like it you helped me through a difficult time more than you realize it. If anything I would like to thank you for helping me learn how to write better than I have ever written, helping me through a rough time, and understanding it all. samhaines99 https://padlet.com/samhaines99/tmbqzpipeu2w/wish/283226960 2018-09-19 02:26:07 UTC https://padlet.com/samhaines99/tmbqzpipeu2w/wish/283226960