Self Assesment

Self-Regulation
I feel like during this whole semester, my attendance has been pretty good. I am usually on time, sometimes I come in early and drop my backpack, then go to the bathroom or go to my locker for something. I have missed a couple of classes but that was due to being sick or having doctor/dentist appointments. Whenever I do not come, I always ask Anisha what we did so I can start it at home. Whenever we are allowed to use our devices, I try to stay on task, but sometimes I can’t help it, and I start to check twitter and etc. During the class, I always sit beside Anisha and I feel like my seating choice is right. We both work well together and we do try to complete the task that is given. But like any other pair of friends, we do get off task, but we always complete our work. My assignments are usually on time, but sometimes I get stuck with a lot of homework and tests to study for, which results in my assignments being a little late. But I try to finish it as soon as possible so I can post it up. All my assignments are done though, and they are all posted on my blog. I am always respectful when talking to someone, and never use a tone that I wouldn’t want someone using with me. I was always open minded when others gave their opinions, and if I thought differently, I would try to make them see from my point of view also. I feel like I am a hard worker, though at times I get lazy. I try to finish my assignments to the best of my abilities, and try to read others work so I can find new ways to improve mine and make it better.  For self-regulation I give myself 29/33.

Communication skills

I know some of the literary terms but not all. So I need more practice in memorizing the new ones that we got this year. For my writing assignments, I usually didn’t put a link to a website in my work because most of them were my own thoughts and I didn’t get them from a website. But one essay that I did, which was called “Definitely Lust, Not Love,” I did go online and get some ideas. I did use citation and gave credit to the person who gave me the ideas for the essay. I didn’t really know what the difference between informal and formal essay writing was, but after watching a couple videos, I learnt it. One example of this would be the Romeo and Juliet essay I did. (Definitely Lust, Not Love.) I think I’m not too bad at analyzing the content that we read. If I re-read something a couple times, I can usually figure out what the theme is and etc. I have completed all the assignments that we have got during this semester, and I have them all posted on my blog. When I am finished a writing assignment, I do try to go over it for any mistakes. But sometimes I get tired, or I’m just not motivated to do it so I don’t look at it as carefully as I should. But before posting, I always make someone else reads it so they can tell me what I can add to make my writing piece better. One thing that always helps a writing piece is making personal connections, and that’s what we had to do this semester. In my “Teenager” post, I talk about how I feel about being a teenager, and the things that we have to go through at that age. A creative assignment that I did this semester would be the story I wrote called “Uninvited Guests.” While writing stories like these, I have many ideas but I don’t always know how to put them down on paper. But I tried my best to make my story original and different than others.

The three PLO’S I chose are A1 which is interact and collaborate in pairs and groups.  I feel like I did do that, because even though I didn’t talk as much in front of the whole class, I did talk in the small group that I used to sit with. With the person beside me, we would talk to each other and come up with ideas or help each other on the assignment that we were working on at that moment. Or if there was something that I didn’t understand, I would ask the person beside me or with the group I was sitting with. My second PLO is C1 which is write meaningful personal texts that elaborate on ideas and information to: experiment, express self, make connections, reflect and respond, and remember and recall. Through some of my writing pieces, I feel like I do express my feelings and opinions. For example, when we did the news article assignment, I clearly expressed how I felt about the couple being mistreated. I wrote about how our society needs to grow up and start accepting people for who they are. And I gave my opinion on how I thought the relationship between Romeo and Juliet was not love.  I also expressed my feelings toward Romeo and Juliet dying for each other. My last PLO is C14 which is use conventions in writing and representing, appropriate to purpose and audience, to enhance meaning and artistry, including: grammar and usage, punctuation, capitalization, and Canadian spelling, copyright and citation of references, presentation/layout. As I mentioned previously, if I had ever taken ideas from a website, I did cite the website in my writing work. I do look over my work for any spelling errors and make sure I use capitalization when I need too.For this second pillar, I give myself 29/33

  Contribution
This term, I did a lot of my commenting with Anisha on her account. Both of us would state our opinions and thoughts on the class discussions that we had online. One thing I need to work on is commenting on my peers’ blogs. I commented here and there but not nearly enough as I should have. Sometimes I got so caught up with my own homework that I would just forget to comment. When Anisha and I were commenting, we did comment back stating a question in hopes that the other person would reply so we could have a conversation going on. When we had to discuss and share ideas within small groups, I was always more comfortable and more willing to contribute ideas. But when it came to the whole class, I was a bit quiet, because I didn’t know if what I had in my mind was right or not. I feel that as I get older, I’ll be more comfortable in sharing my ideas with a large group and I’ll stop fearing that my opinion may sound stupid if I say it out loud. When we did the poetry unit and we had to look up the authors and do research, I loved that. I just found it cool to find information which would make us understand the poem better, and I did state whatever I had researched in the oral group discussion that we had going on then. The assignments that we got this semester were not hard, but if there was ever any confusion I would just say it to the group I was sitting with. Whoever knew what they were doing would come and help. Whenever there was a discussion going on and people were giving their opinions, I would listen and try to understand where they were coming from. But I would also state my opinion in a respectful tone if I felt the need. Most of my assignments were done on time, but some I posted up a bit late. Sometimes I would have a lot of homework and tests to study for, and I would just forget to post up my assignment and it would be just sitting in my drafts. If someone did tell me to fix something on my blog, I would do it. For example, on my Romeo and Juliet essay, Mr.Neufeld told me to state the Act and Scenes of the lines. I feel like I was a positive vibe in this classroom because I was always very friendly to anyone who talked to me, and I was always willing to help anyone who needed it. For class contribution, I’d like to give myself 29/33.

With all three pillars added up the total is 87%. Like I said before, in the beginning it was a bit difficult to get used to the idea of everyone reading your work online and etc. But now as the term is ending, I feel like I am more comfortable with it, and I am a bit more open then I used to be. I also think my writing has improved. From reading Sukhleen’s work, and looking at the variety of words she uses in her assignments, it motivated me to use different words rather than use the same one over and over again. This class was surprisingly very fun! 

Thesis statement: “Pressure can burst a pipe or pressure can make a diamond”

Different people react differently to pressure. Some people take that as motivation, and some people let it destroy them.

    As the alarm goes off, I put the pillow over my head and try to drown out the noise. I hate waking up early, especially for school. As I hear my mom yell my name for what seems like the 100^th time, I finally decide to get up and get ready. I hate school. I hate dealing with the high school drama, fake friends, rude teachers, the stress, and etc. Same old crap, just a different day. People assume that I get it so easy because my parents are rich and I am naturally smart, but it’s the complete opposite. I have to work a hundred times harder than any of them because of my parent’s high expectations. My mom and dad both expect me to get straight A’s, and anything lower than that is basically failing. Now with our SATS today, I’m under even more pressure. They will decide if I get into Harvard University or not. Ever since I can remember all I’ve heard my parents say is that once I graduate high school, I will go into Harvard just like how they did, and handle my dad’s business. If I don’t get in, I will never hear the end of it.

  

     I rush out the door without bothering to grab a bite to eat and start my journey to the school. I park my car, and start my walk to my classroom. As I enter, everyone is already seated with their pencils and erasers on their desk, ready to go. As I sat in my seat, I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach. My hands were sweating, and my heart was beating fast. I couldn’t do this. It feels like anything that I had learned in the past couple months went flying out the door. I couldn’t remember a single thing. As our teacher walked in, he placed a test in front of each of us and told us to start. I flipped through the pages trying to find a question that I knew the answer too, but there was none. My head felt like it was going to explode from all the pressure I was feeling. I nervously look around the room to see if the others knew what they were doing, and then I look back down at my paper. I pull at my hair in frustration, but everything was pointless now. I just couldn’t do this anymore.

  

    With a quick move, I pick up my bag and I’m out the door before the teacher could even finish saying my name. I run to my car and desperately search my bag for my keys. Once my hand touches the cool metal of the key, I race out the parking lot without looking back. Once I’m far away from the school, I pull over to the side of the road, and just cry. I sit and cry for what seems like forever. I messed everything up. All that time I spent studying for the SATS, all gone to waste. My future is nothing now.

Some people do their best work when under pressure, but for others, the pressure can be too much and they just cave.