English class every Tuesday and Thursday has taught me a great deal about what learning really is, learning being defined as the act of understanding and comprehending knowledge. I’ve learned that the process of learning requires one to make many mistakes along the road. Long ago, I was driving down a street named “Justamere Road” and began to ponder the meaning of this name…did the road-namer really mean to deem the road “just a mere?” And why wasnt this road more than merely a road? Despite this, I continue on. Learing requires patience and furthermore requires the 5 Friends and Enemies of Reading in order to learn to the fullest degree. The learner cannot give up on the material at hand–it must be given a chance to resonate within the mind of the learner. I’ve learned that spacing out in class defies the purpose of sitting there in the first place and also forces me to think about other nonsense things such as flying, trees, cement, ceilings, and other things of that category. I often wonder what it would be like to fly: would i have wings? or a motor? Would there be traffic lights up in the sky? I’ve learned that learning takes committment. One cannot simply give up due to boredom or a lacksadaisical attitude. Fortunately for me, I am not one of these uncommitted, unpassionate, unaware students. I pride myself on being a student of a regal level and never one to allow myself to get distracted. One time in the eighth grade I watched a little boy in a lower level class ignore the lessons his teacher was teaching that day and play his Gameboy under his desk. I was shocked and appalled! Thanks heavens I never was like that…
