Discoveries

            
             Moping with my head to the ground, heels scuffing the floor, I trudge down the darkening hallway. When I walked through the last tan door at the end of the corridor, I thought to myself, going to this class was pointless. Then sitting down I notice the familiar faces that surround me. Every intellectual in the school seemed to be there. These students aced all of their subjects. They are the type that does not worry at all about passing this class. I could not for the life of me understand why the teacher taught us about verbs and that all sentences had to have one, or that thing called a conjunction. I had no way of knowing that what I wasn't learning would affect how the rest of my life turned out. I could write what I wanted to say down on paper and mother or my friends could always make sense of it. The teacher's resounding voice, points out the now due assignment. The message floats into my empty starring head and then I realize that I had once again, forgotten all about it. "Ah well" I think, what is one more zero score on my already failing grade. I was never able to remember upcoming assignments. I didn't know whether I really forgot about the assignments, or just didn't care about them. I was a kid! I had more important things on my mind than a school assignment, such as the baseball game coming up that weekend or if my best friend, Billy Thompson, was going fishing later that afternoon. So I didn't need an English class or did I? Later in life, from my first class at college, to my very first essay, I discovered that English would be helpful and one of my most valued tools. I would use on a daily basis.
             I have always hated English. I never could understand why there had to be an order of words, as long as someone could display their message to the public, it shouldn't matter how they said it. I didn't see the point; I was never going to use this in my life. Additionally I loathed English class even more.