Why I Hate College Writing Classes

It’s the summer before you start your freshman year of college. You are finally about to get your first semester schedule. You’re looking at the piece of paper in your hand, this is the next four months of your life. All of the classes look good, until you see it. RHETORIC AND COMPOSITION I. This is it. It’s the end for you. You drop the paper, and see how pointless life is, full on existential crisis, tear off your clothes and scream at the sky, fall to your knees and ask God why?

I mean, it’s not THAT bad, but it’s baaddd.

Colleges should not have mandatory writing classes that every one has to take. For some people, it’s an easy A because they are just naturally good writers and can easily BS a paper. But for others, myself included, they can not do that. Yes, I am a very good BS-er. Yes, I am a slightly good writer. But not when it comes to writing long 5,6,7,8 page papers over one topic when I can barely find enough research to even write one page of it. When the teachers give you the assignment, they always say the same thing: “there should be enough sources for you to use for research on this topic.” The key word there is should. There should be enough research. When they say that sentence, they are actually saying: “you guys are screwed for this paper. i already looked up sources for this topic and i only found like 2 sources and you guys need at least 5. that means you better start digging your own graves cuz you guys aren’t gonna be able to write this paper!!!!!!”

Writing classes just make me so mad that we have to take them to graduate. No matter what your major is, you have to take them. And if the first writing class isn’t hard enough for you, just wait till the second semester rolls around and you have to take rhetoric and composition II!!!! Even MORE of what you hated during the first semester!

Little fun fact: it took me two years to complete the two mandatory rhetoric and composition classes. Not because I was too lazy to try, but because it was HARD. I ended my second comp class with having to write an 8-10 page research paper. Yes I had enough sources, but they all repeated themselves. And that’s one of the big problems with theses classes, like I had said earlier. They expect you to have enough info to write a long paper, but all the sources you can find are just repititions of all the others. 

Colleges think that every student can write. That every student knows what they’re doing and can write long papers for no reason. I know it’s a good skill to know, but we all already know that. Do they not realize that we have been writing papers for the past four years in high school???? Writing papers does absolutely nothing for your mentality except make you go crazy and rush to finish it the day before.

School update: how about instead of making everyone take rhetoric and comp, just let people take the other classes they need and if their major calls for a writing class, let them take that instead. For example, I am a communications major. There are two classes all comm majors have to take called Media Writing. Those two classes teach you how to write for the media, which is a completely different style of writing than what you learn in rhetoric and comp. You are basically learning two different skills when you really only need to be learning the one, how to write for media. 

Well this is just how I feel on mandatory college writing courses and I feel like some people aren’t going to agree on this, but this is only my opinion on it. 😊


What I Learned My First Year of College 

Your first year of college is the first year of the rest of your life. I know that everyone says that, but it really is the truth. 

When you get to college, everything changes. You have to take care of yourself and watch out for yourself in ways you never have before. Yes, you may have gotten good grades in high school and had a job while being the president of the student body and you were able to handle it all. In college, all of that can go away in a split second. I know of many people that that exact type of thing happened to. 
What happened to me was a little bit different from that. 
I was never the best at school, never was able to get even a 3.0 GPA. I would try, but nothing really helped me be able to be amazing at school. When I got to college, I didn’t try as hard as I should’ve. I was still in a “high school mindset”. I was still acting like I could still pass classes if I didn’t study or try. That’s the one thing incoming college freshmen need to know: nothing has prepared you for college. No matter what those teachers tell you, they aren’t preparing you for anything. College is something totally completely different from anything that you’ve ever done before. With that, you CANNOT have a “high school mindset” when you get to college. Nothing good will come from it. 
The college also never prepares you for how different it is from high school. You move in to your dorm, and then a few days later when classes start, you start immediately. You have no time to adjust to how different everything is. The way I describe it is by comparing the beginning of college is foreign language classes: once you get to a higher level foreign language class, they immediately start speaking the language to you, if you know it or not. They don’t give you the time to remind yourself of what everything is, you’re already supposed to know it. That’s how the beginning of college felt, like we were supposed to know everything already.
I’m just gonna be straight up when I say this: I did so bad my freshman year that I got academically suspended for a semester (the summer one thankfully). 
The one thing that my freshman year taught me is to actually try. 
I did not try.
And I pretty much failed the whole year. 
I did so bad that I am technically still a freshman for my entire sophomore year, so one year behind everyone else. 
To anyone who reads this that is about to start college, believe me when I say: college is hard. It’s really hard. It does not compare at all to what high school was. 
I feel like everyone doesn’t do their best their first semester because it’s all new and you’re pretty much taking the whole semester to get accustomed to everything. New friends, new town, and the freedom to do whatever you want to do. Do not let that control you. That freedom is a privilege, and it can either make you succeed or fail. 


Go to class, pay attention, study hard. And you will do well.

Why Do Girls Fall for the “Bad Boy”?

He is the womanizer. The player, The partier. The mystery. He is a bad boy.

Something that I’ve always noticed everywhere is that girls always fall for the “bad boys”. And it has always been a very popular recurring theme, especially in Hollywood. And you know what I mean: the teenage girl goes on a date with this bad-ass guy she met at the local hangout who’s a few years older than her and he comes to pick her up on a motorcycle and her parents freak out and tell her that she better not get on that motorcycle cause if she does, she’s grounded for life. She gets on the motorcycle. Her parents blow a fuse. She gets grounded. The end.

Rebel Without a Cause, A Walk to Remember, Grease, Sixteen Candles, and even Crazy, Stupid, Love (in a weird way) are all perfect examples from Hollywood’s versions of “good girl falls for bad boy”.

Even though a lot of real-life relationships where a good girl falls for a bad boy don’t normally work out, I think every girl at some point in her life has wanted a “bad boy”. I was thinking about why girls would want to even date a bad boy, and a few reasons came to mind.

  1. to rebel
  2. for protection
  3. the mysteriousness of them

Those four reasons, to me, are reasons for wanting a bad boy. Want to rebel against your parents? Bring home someone with a motorcycle. Want to be protected from anything bad that could happen to you? Get a guy that isn’t afraid of anything.

I also believe that deep down, we all want to help change someone for the better. By getting a “bad boy”, you have the ability to help him. You have the ability to change how he is and make him a better person. Unless you only want a bad boy because of him being bad, you got him.

I took to Google and looked up other reasoning’s for why girls want bad boys. I found multiple different answers. One part was about what type of girl falls for them: girls who have been hurt, girls who want to help them, girls who seek thrill, and girls who fear commitment. And then reasons why girls like bad boys: they are confident, indifferent, exciting, mysterious, masculine, and that they are good talkers.

I believe every one of those reasons.

The only problem is, bad boys don’t want any of that. They are never looking for a serious relationship. That is why they have the reputation that they have: they go from girl to girl once things start getting too serious. And sorry girls, they DO NOT want to be changed. They don’t want you coming in and trying to make them the way that you want them to be; they’ll just dump you and move on to the next girl. Bad boys will only change if there is a reason for them to and that THEY want to change, also.

I’m just gonna give a little real life example for that last bit: It was the first day of classes for this semester and I was standing outside my English classroom with everyone else in the class. I looked down a little ways and I saw this guy talking to someone. He was beyond cute. He seemed to be my type too (“skater guy” type), so that made it even better. He came over to a group of us who were talking and he stood next to me. He asked a question about another class and I was the only other one who knew what he was talking about since we were in the same class. I turned to him and was telling him about it and (call me crazy) but there was some kind of connection between us. The entire time we were talking, he had this smirk on his face that didn’t even go away when he was saying something. When I was talking, he had the smirk on his face and he kept looking from my eyes to my mouth over and over. Like I’m not kidding, it looked like he was about to kiss me (and that’s probably what people around us saw), considering we were only like an inch away from each other and he was looking down on me and I had to crane my neck up completely. Anyways, after that moment, I could kinda sense that he really probably wasn’t the best guy. And I was right, in a way. I found out he lives in the same area I do and I started seeing him outside with people and he was smoking. I was like of course he does. And I can not at all stand smokers. He started to hang out with this one guy I went to school with that is just not a good person at all, and I was like dude you have got to be kidding me, you’re so cute don’t hang out with him. But ever since that time we were talking, whenever I pass by him, he tries to get my attention. If I’m by myself, he’ll turn and be facing me so he can see me when I walk by, and when I’m with my friends, he’ll always try to talk to us. I have my own thing about wanting to change a not-so-good guy. If he ever tried something on me, even though he is beyond cute and stuff, I wouldn’t be able to do anything since he smokes. I would want him to stop smoking, but I know that he wouldn’t just cause I would want him to. I know that most people really won’t change for someone unless there is a reason for it. And that was a whole lot longer of a story than I expected haha.

Bad boys are and will always be a part of life. Girls wanting them to rebel, for protection, and to change them. They will always be here with people wanting them. The matter of the fact is, there is nothing we can do to change that (or them).

Things I Learned From My 12th Grade English Teacher

Ah high school english class. My most dreaded subject. Which is really sad cause I’ve been learning the exact same english stuff since like 1st grade.

I had the same english teacher my sophomore and senior year (I was like the only person in our entire class to have him 2 times), so I already knew how he was going into that class. But besides teaching us english, he actually taught us a lot more about ourselves and the real world outside of high school. So I made a list of things I learned from him. Mr. Watson, if you’re reading this somehow, this one’s for you :-).

10. You should make your bed everyday: He told us this because he read it somewhere, and him being him, decided to try it out. It’s apparently supposed to help with routine and getting used to things. But there was a guy in my class who started doing it too and he said it was actually really nice having a made bed.

9. Don’t push someone’s head onto a table because they will pass out and you’ll think they’re dead: Just don’t hurt people, no matter how annoying they are being.

8. Always do your work (and turn it in on time): He was one of those teachers that if you turned something in late, you’d get major points taken off so you’d be motivated to turn it in on time. He was also the type of teacher to leave it up to you to make sure you finished your work. He wouldn’t remind you to get a test done, you’d have to remember yourself. He was literally preparing us for college. But because of his class, I cannot stress enough: DO YOUR WORK AND TURN IT IN ON TIME.

7. Yes, this is only a high school class, but I’m preparing you for college: That is literally what he did. And I thank him so much for that. We would have a paper to write every quarter and they got longer and longer like they’d be in college. That’s why he was a tough grader. People always complained about how tough he is at grading things, but he did it on purpose. Every one agrees that he’d be an awesome professor.

6. Do the readings. And just read in general: If you have a short story to read, read it. It will come in handy when you have a test over it and you have no idea what’s going on (me with Beowulf, Grendel, anything else we read). I never really read the readings because I never could understand them. But now, I truly regret not doing them. I could’ve done so much better in that class if I had actually read.

5. Share stuff about your life to others: He would do this one a lot. And I really enjoyed it. He was never afraid to tell us a story about something that happened recently in his life, or a past memory. You just gotta share what you think is important/funny/serious to others. They will enjoy it very much.

4. It’s ok to talk about your accomplishments/what you’re proud of: I really envy him for this one. I have a hard time talking about my accomplishments to other people because it kinda makes me feel bad and I feel kinda like I’m making fun of the other person for being better than them. But he made it so much more clear to me that you can tell anyone what you’re proud of about yourself.

3. You can’t get exempt in real life: At my school, seniors could be exempt from their exams if they had a certain grade and less than 6 absences per sememster. Only 2 people got exempt from his class. That’s because while other teachers are trying to make you exempt from their classes, he was just teaching us. He wasn’t trying everything he could to get all our grades up to be exempt. He was basically telling us that it doesn’t matter if you’re not exempt from this class cause nothing will ever be like this in your actual life.

2. Have a sense of humor about things: Especially about yourself. He would joke about himself all the time. About something he did that was funny or just something about him in general. He ALWAYS had something funny to say and a great comeback for anything anyone threw out at him. You just gotta laugh it off, make a joke out of it.

1. It’s ok to be weird: I think this one is the most important one of all. So many people are afraid to be themselves because of what other people think, but don’t be. He was one of the weirdest teachers I’ve ever had, and I had the privilege if being in his class twice. So I got double of practically everything stupid or funny he said/did. He taught us that it is ok to express ourselves any way that we want, whenever we want. Cause he would do that in many different ways, from videos to news atricles, music to photos. We even had one day where all we did was color pictures. It was great.

And at graduation, I walked by him to go back to my seat. I looked at him and he had this huge smile on his face and he waved at me. He literally looked so proud of everything. He was so proud for all of us who had him as a teacher. It was like we were his own children. I will absolutely NEVER forget the look on his face that night.

Mr. Watson, thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me and for everyone else in your classes. I really appreciate it. 🙂