Angela's Ashes and My Math Test
Okay, two (hopefully) breif things to say. The first being about the book Angela's Ashes, and the second being about my math test.
Angela's Ashes-is a fantastic book, and I recommend it to all those who haven't read it. But as I was reading this book, I've recognized many parralles between it and my own life. Both Frank McCourt and I are Catholic, so throughout the book, I was able to realte to many of the feelings he had. Secondly, Frank's father is exactly the same as my father, exceptt when Frank's dad was drunk, he sang and when my dad is drunk, he yells. Other then that, no difference. But while reading this book, I've tried to apply Frank's outlook on his father to my own feelings on my father.
I think that everyone in my English class has been able to relate intimately with one of our units or another. For Jenni P., it was the Carpe Diem unit. Everyday of that unit she would tell me she hated it. Which is quite contrary to how most students see it. But why wouldn't she hate it? Imagine going to class everyday and getting a told that in a little while, your brother was going to die. Yeah, not that happy of a unit.
FOr me the unit was Angela's Ashes. I was able to look at the book, and see a more depressing version of my life. For once I was able to read a book and not feel that I had nothing in common with the main character, or that I was looking at someone's life that was totally different from mine. Angela's Ashes is the poor version of my life.But one thing it did teach me is that I will survive. Frank's life was much harder then mine, and I look at this book and see that although things can really suck at times, I will get through them and I will survive.
Okay, Second order of business. Now that I've sounded all good and philsophical, I'm going to complain about my Math test. Once again, I recieved another low D. It's just not fair! I actually study and try to do well in that class, but I can't even get a freaking good grade on the test. It confuses the crap out of me! I'll be able to get everything right on my homework, but when it comes to taking the actual test, I bomb it. It's not like I'm a bad test taker. I'm actually a really good test taker! Just not in Math. I just don't hink it's fair that kids who didn't even finish the teat got a higher grade than I did, and I actually finished and double checked my anwsers( although double checking wrong anwsers kinda defeats the purpose of checking anwsers in the first places!) I should have moved down to regular math at semester. Now I'm struggling to just get a B- for the semester.
Pkay. Rant over now.
Angela's Ashes-is a fantastic book, and I recommend it to all those who haven't read it. But as I was reading this book, I've recognized many parralles between it and my own life. Both Frank McCourt and I are Catholic, so throughout the book, I was able to realte to many of the feelings he had. Secondly, Frank's father is exactly the same as my father, exceptt when Frank's dad was drunk, he sang and when my dad is drunk, he yells. Other then that, no difference. But while reading this book, I've tried to apply Frank's outlook on his father to my own feelings on my father.
I think that everyone in my English class has been able to relate intimately with one of our units or another. For Jenni P., it was the Carpe Diem unit. Everyday of that unit she would tell me she hated it. Which is quite contrary to how most students see it. But why wouldn't she hate it? Imagine going to class everyday and getting a told that in a little while, your brother was going to die. Yeah, not that happy of a unit.
FOr me the unit was Angela's Ashes. I was able to look at the book, and see a more depressing version of my life. For once I was able to read a book and not feel that I had nothing in common with the main character, or that I was looking at someone's life that was totally different from mine. Angela's Ashes is the poor version of my life.But one thing it did teach me is that I will survive. Frank's life was much harder then mine, and I look at this book and see that although things can really suck at times, I will get through them and I will survive.
Okay, Second order of business. Now that I've sounded all good and philsophical, I'm going to complain about my Math test. Once again, I recieved another low D. It's just not fair! I actually study and try to do well in that class, but I can't even get a freaking good grade on the test. It confuses the crap out of me! I'll be able to get everything right on my homework, but when it comes to taking the actual test, I bomb it. It's not like I'm a bad test taker. I'm actually a really good test taker! Just not in Math. I just don't hink it's fair that kids who didn't even finish the teat got a higher grade than I did, and I actually finished and double checked my anwsers( although double checking wrong anwsers kinda defeats the purpose of checking anwsers in the first places!) I should have moved down to regular math at semester. Now I'm struggling to just get a B- for the semester.
Pkay. Rant over now.