Experience Of Writing

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

The first thing I can remember about my writing was in 8th grade my English teacher inspired me to write. Not only about short stories but about my life if I didn't want to talk about my problems. I remember it so well, I was having a hard time with school and family issues were happening. My grades reflected that writing helped me a lot. I realized what I had to do, writing changed everything opened up more I felt better as a person my writing opened my eyes in a way. I did my work and efficiently. I don't like to read nearly as much as I like to write. I used to write a lot more about things I thought I was pretty good at writing short stories but then I just stopped

Writing became a way for me to express other feelings throughout my young years, but I always ended up writing in notebooks about how I was lonely and felt that I was the source of everything wrong in my life.

I have always loved to tell stories. When I was six, I would gather all my stuffed animals and recite lavish stories to them. Tales of warrior princesses, ferocious dragons, and handsome knights would pour from my lips as I talked for hours on end. As I grew, I began to write my stories down on the backs of old coloring book pages. Though my penmanship, grammar, and spelling made the stories illegible, there was still something magnetic about manifesting the words onto the page. I wanted to turn the ideas in my head into something tangible. Throughout middle school, I filled dozens of notebooks. My mother was constantly running to the store to grab me yet another set of marble notebooks. Everything from plot outlines to poems were crammed into those lined pages. Though I eventually switched from paper to a keyboard and computer screen, my writing did not stop. As I transitioned into high school, writing became my solstice. I could pour every ounce of stress, happiness, sadness, and exhaustion into a blank word document. The highlight of my day came when I could just sit down and type until my fingers began to protest.

One of the things I feel very strongly about is writing. I like how you can say whatever you want knowing that it is your opinion. You have freedom over what you say. Some things that are written could be seen as controversial, but in the scheme of things, most of what is said is okay because at the end of the day you have the right to freedom of speech. Personally writing is an escape from life, whether it is full of pain, sadness, chaos, or just plain boredom. A few years ago my imagination was bright. It held quite a bit of good ideas, but somewhere along the way to now I lost most of that ability to think of the most random plot lines or ideas to write about. My creativity slowly burned out, kind of like a candle. Then one morning not too

In middle school I became more introverted, like many other kids do, and I started writing again. This time I never shared my writing with anyone. At this point I still didn't write a lot, mostly because I was lazy and didn't really care about school. I just doodled a lot and read books. When I read all these amazing fiction books I wanted to write but I could never find any motivation. It honestly depressed me because I had all these wonderful ideas I wanted to get out but I couldn't.

Writing has always been a part of who I am and who I want to be. One of my first and favorite childhood memories in school was a classroom book writing project. Ever since I could write my name, I have kept a journal. In school, I always did well in English and thought I knew quiet a lot about it. However, since taking English Composition and Rhetoric this semester, I have learned that I did not know nearly as much as I thought I did.

Writing is spontaneous. Writing can be ideas jotted down on to a paper without a rhyme or reason, or possibly with more reason than the paper itself. Writing is a beautiful art that one will overlook time and time again, because it requires a likewise thought process of something greater than reality. Not just anybody could revolve oneself around writing, although occupationally, being a writer would require education, patience and creativity.

Personally I feel that writing can be a great source in expressing our feelings, hopes, and dreams that can’t be conveyed through spoken words. Especially, looking at Autobiography of Red in which Geryon used writing to document moments in his life and how he felt during that time. The only down fall with writing is my case is organizes my thoughts to flow how I would like them to.

Ever since I remember, I have always enjoyed writing. The fact that I can be able to put together a paper and have someone get my idea just with the first paragraph is mind blowing. Sometimes I can’t express myself through speaking so writing down my thoughts on paper has always been my therapy but also an important thing in my everyday life.

My earliest memory of writing, was in high school when I had to write my first speech. Writing a proper paper was something I have never done before, so I was pretty nervous about whether or not it would come out right, and I was also concerned about what topic to choose. The experience wasn’t good or bad, but some good things that came out of it, was that it was a start to my writing experiences. I learned a lot about what to do and what not to do, how my paper should look and sound, and I was also able to learn more about my topic. Because of the topic I chose, my paper involved many people around me as I asked them questions about what would sound right and what they would change, but as I got older my writing has become a lot better even

Writing plays a very important role in life because it is a common method for people to express their words and feelings. I love writing because sometimes messages expressed in a written form can be way more powerful than in an oral form. For example my grandma that’s live in India always writes me letters about her life over there and how she misses me. I can’t even explain the feeling of happiness I get when I read those letters because it makes me feel like I am right there with her with the amount of details and word choices she uses. My personal writing life can be described as average, I am not the worst writer nor the best. My writing has defiantly grown and developed throughout high school with the help of my amazing English teachers.

 I have never been a big fan of writing. I never felt good at it when it was for a class assignment, but all that changed when I was in the eleventh grade. My junior year of high school, I was placed in a creative writing class. I was not really comfortable taking the class but I did it anyways. We started off analyzing poetry, and then we had to write our own. I struggled a lot, but eventually got a few good poems. My favorite was Boy I Don’t Know. Our teacher made us find someone in

I cannot imagine writing in my life without thinking about the wonderful experiences I have with it. Writing has helped me express my thoughts clearly with so much freedom to express my opinion. My desire for writing started in my first-grade class, when my teacher introduced us to daily log journals. I would be enthusiastic when we had to write in our journal, I would keep writing in my journal until my teacher told us to stop multiple times. I would write in my log proudly with several grammatical and spelling errors. On top of that, I was impatient to read my story to the class every day, because I felt so proud. After that, I would give it to my teacher to grade, I loved seeing her face every time she chuckled while reading my errors in my writing. I felt very proud every time she put a little check next to my story.

In my college career, I dread writing because I found out I was terrible at it in my first semester. I will never forget, in my first semester, I failed a midterm paper for a political class. That midterm was the longest paper I have ever written, about six pages. Not only did I have a failing score at the top of the first page, but I also had the first two pages covered in red ink pointing out multiple errors; it also did not help that, I also completely miss the prompt. I ended up dropping the class because one’s grade was termed only by a midterm and final paper. That class felt me discouraged about my ability to write. As I continued college, I would rather memorize formula for a math class, than write for any class any day. Although I could not escape writing in college. I had to take other courses that involve writing such as geology, anthropology for example. I always worked with what I had, I never dare pushing my abilities. what I mean by that is not pushing the envelope play it safe get the C and be done. In order to do so I would incorporate key concepts went over lecture or from the readings and added them into the paper and that is it. Although those classes never required a page longer than two or three I still felt overwhelmed when writing for them. It felt like it consumed me as the memory of a that professor handing me back my paper with a failing grade was what I played in my mind; when I heard about a writing assignment. Once I survived these classes with