When I got my paper back it had a 'C,' which was an awful grade for me. Mr. Gloden did not really put any comments on my paper so I had no idea what to do. I just stayed away from writing as much as possible after that class so I would not have to write.
As a sophomore I took speech with Mr. Schmor, who did not like students to write anything. He just wanted us to speak off the top of our heads, but he did not mind if we had notes. That class was my favorite because I like to talk a lot and it was fun for me to get up in front of the class (and they had to listen to whatever I had to say.) The second semester I had Mr. Tinkle and he was pretty cool. What I mean by this is he did not give us a lot of work, he just gave us a couple of books to read. I was content with that. We may have had some writing, but I liked him so I don't remember it as a class I didn't like. I think he also graded on completion, not quality of your actual work. This was great for me because I could do poor quality work and still receive 'A's,' but classes like these did not help me to work on my writing skills.
My junior year was my most hated writing year. I had Mr. Finck, who was a different character. He would walk around the classroom and ask us how we were doing in our books while he massaged our shoulders. This made me and quite a few other peers feel uncomfortable, so when he came over I would have to say "don't touch me Mr. Finck!" We wrote a couple papers on plays like the Crucible and a few others. Because the teacher made me feel uncomfortable, I never did my best work on anything; I just rushed to get it done. All I wanted was to get out of that class. In the next semester, I had college prep, a class that just helped us figure out which college we were going to go to. That's when I figured out I was going to Eastern. The reason I took this class was because it was not really a writing class, yet it counted as one .