I Care About Your Understanding

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Today I am writing to be understood. I am going to explain my reasons for posting certain things. If you read this blog and are not from Dr. Preston's class, you won't understand it. So, I will explain. It all starts with English.

English.

The one class I never know what to expect with.

Now, you may have a normal English class that does normal English class things. You have a teacher that covers all the normal stuff, gives vocab quizzes every Friday, and makes you read boring books. 

Not this one.

Dr. Preston's English class is something different. I don't know how to describe it. You know that vocab quiz you took last Friday? The several others you've taken since the start of school? Forget them. Yeah, we have a vocab list, but we never take quizzes on it. The normal things you do in English don't apply to this class.

Instead of homework from the book, it comes in the form of this blog. We learn from our peers as much as we learn from our teacher. We use technology and the resources around us to learn as much as we can. Our class is a life class as much as it is an English class. We have learned how to create resume's and cover letters, we know how to talk to others online, and we have learned many other things that we wouldn't have in a traditional English class. Our blogs are like our notebooks for this class. This blog was started in my English class, and has one in a completely different direction than I thought I would. Before this class, I had never posted anything for anyone to see. (Seriously though, I don't have Instagram or Snapchat or anything.) Now, anyone can see what I write, and its really cool.

Thanks Dr. Preston!
                                                                                                                                          ~Donadagohvi

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