English Class

I came to Langley Fine Arts School at the very end of grade eight. I left my previous school with three weeks left until the end of the year. The school I came from was still on a linear system for grade eight, while LFAS ran under a semester system. I missed the last three weeks of Language arts eight for that year. My first real English class experience was in grade nine, sitting in this very classroom, under the instruction of Mr. Olding after Mrs. Brewer had left our school. I had never been in a classroom strictly dedicated to the English language considering my previous school titled the course "Humanities," teaching Language arts and Social studies in one given time slot. I was excited to have a full hour during the day when I could focus on writing and improve my vocabulary.


I loved having Mrs. Brewer as a teacher. The way she taught the course made a lot of sense to me. I remember being completely engaged in her class, regardless of it being my first class of the day. When she retired near the middle of the semester we had a new teacher come in to take over. His name was Mr. Olding and our personalities clashed. I didn't like him and I had convinced myself that he didn't like me. Of course, I was young, opinionated, and rather ignorant. Once I had myself sure of something I wouldn't change my mind. I think this made my English class experience a lot worse than It could have been. I chose not to enjoy the course, and so I didn't. I didn't like his ideas, or the way he would put down the ideas of student in the class because they didn't coincide with his own opinion. Honestly, I disliked him more as a person than as a teacher.

That is that.