My learning Fall

I remember walking into the classroom as a sophomore scared and confused about what I was just walking into. I walked into the class and saw Dr.Preston standing there in front of the class and all I thought was he seems different the all my other teachers, I really hoped it was different. That's when he started to talk to us about how he differs on how he teaches and all I thought was not this again. My whole life teachers had told me "its different this year" or " this class isn't like the rest" and I never believed it until Dr.Prestons class.

That first day he told the class that we get to make a choice for the class that when he gave us the options. He let us choose how we wanted the class to go either in books like we were used with or with open-source learning. He trusted the class to make the decision on how the class was going to work that's when he did the unthinkable. he walked out of the class and let the class make the decision without him in the room. At that moment I knew he was different, he trusted that what we chose was something that we wanted not us what the school wanted.

As the year went on I had to change the way I thought school was. Dr. Preston showed me that I could do more than I thought I could. Throughout the whole year, he started to believe in me like with my writing and he taught me how much I love to read. Even if before I didn't know it and I thought I just didn't like reading he showed me that I didn't like reading I just hadn't found something to inspire me. That was until we started to read the book Los Miserables. At first, all I thought was I'm never going to be able to finish it until the story started to make sense to me, it connects to my real life. Like when the author was talking about Jan Valjean and how he was in the jail for helping his family it reminded me about my family and how they said to my dad why come to the United States but that's when he went to jail trying to bring my siblings and me to a new world.

As the year went on I learned how to make a routine of the journal and blog posts. Sure it was hard at first but the year went on and I finally learn why we read certain books and stories like "the road not taken". that poem had such a connection to me for the reason that I have had people kill themselves and nobody cared until it was too late to do something to help. knowing why we read those poems and books I realized why we do the blog posts and the journals even sometimes I don't want to do them or i slack off on doing them I put myself to do them because thas the only way people can see what I have on my mind.

I'm different then I was in the begging on the way I think about stories and how I think about writing. this class has taught me the writing an essay ain't for a grade its to be understood with what I'm writing.