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Reflect on Reading

Recently we have started doing something in English called A.P. Novel circles, where we have to read a certain number of pages in our groups book, and do our “job” for that week. My group decided on One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, which I will admit, I am not that fond of. This is not a book that I would have picked on my own, I was hesitant to read it in the first place. I’ve found that the text is sometimes difficult to understand and comprehend, which I’m not used to. The book is written in improper english, on purpose, which is like a personal pet peeve for me. The situations and the events take place in a mental hospital, so you automatically assume that the events going on, are not always what they seem to be based on Bromden’s point of view. So I always have to break down paragraphs and decipher what’s an exaggerationa and what might actually be real.

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Reflect on Writing

I’ve learned from writing our On-Demands, the two on College Entrance and EOCA, that I’m not always going to get a prompt that I really enjoy. But then I’ve also learned that having to write about something that doesn’t really suit me, helps me step outside of my comfort zone. This is important because the next 6 or so years of my life, I’m going to be asked to write for many different classes, some about things I won’t get a say in, and others that I’ll be excited to write. Like right now for instance in World Civ, my teacher has told us to write an essay on Guns, Germs, and Steel. I could barely focus on the movie, so I keep wondering how I’m going to concentrate enough to write an essay on it. But I know that I have to, which is forcing me to become interested in something that wouldn’t have piqued my interest by itself. In English I was asked to write a speech. I was excited and terrified at the same time, I could write my speech on just about anything. Writing my speech was invigorating and fun, because I got to go back and remember and relive a lot of fantastic memories, and some memories that weren’t that great.

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