'Have I Got A Story For You'

The challenging component this semester was the transition from high school English reading and writing level to college level. It is mainly because High school writing did not have many expectations from students, its main focus was on the ideal five-paragraph essays. As compared to college, writing is mainly geared and focused on one’s ability to thoroughly answer the assigned prompt. Initially, I was not sure if I was capable of handling a fast-paced course, however, I quickly adjusted to the change and I am glad that I chose to stay. In English 10, I have learned many valuable elements that I can incorporate into my everyday writing. I have included my writing from project 2 a rhetorical analysis on, “Black Lives Matter”, which effectively demonstrates my growth as a reader, thinker, and writer.

I’ve never been much of a writer, don’t get me wrong I don’t hate writing; I have just never excelled at it. Originally when were given this assignment I thought it would be simple, I already had an idea of what I wanted to write about, but like always I knew I would struggle with finding the right words to use in order to actually write the story. Although I knew what I wanted to write about I still wasn’t completely sure if I wanted to write about this topic, not only because of the challenges it would present but because It was going to be a story about a real friend of mine. The story was going to be about the life of an illegal immigrant who like many others had the dream of becoming a professional football player.

The main character Lisa was introduced as being scared and confused. “But now all the adults are gone”.This represents her change because she had been just a normal child until her parents had died along with every other adults and this had made them all confused and scared with nobody to look after them. She had tried to avoid other characters because she knew they would try to steal from her. When Lisa was around her brother she was kind and brave.”Please tell me a story”. This represent her being brave and kind because she had taken over the parent role by telling him stories every night and she was kind because she had made up the stories and they all had happy endings.However as the story went on she became harsh. Yet around her

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

From the early beginning of the school year to the current day, my writing skills and knowledge have improved and broadened over time. If not drastic, the change is noticeable nevertheless. For almost an entirety of eighth grade, assignments of varying difficulty challenged me to a degree. To be frank, some seemed as though they were beyond my comprehension and ability. However, determination amalgamated with knowledge obtained in advance helped me to overcome my doubts, for I exceeded my expectations; surprisingly good grades and comments are a delight, owing to the fact of that I don’t tend to think of myself as being proficient at writing. Consequently, the assignments given to me this school year shaped me into who I am as a writer.

Title of My Essay The first time I ever experienced fear was when Ii had my first baseball tryout. making this team would mean the world to me I feared not making the team to where I didn't want to tryout anymore the amount of fear I had got worse the closer it came to tryout day. It had become a week until it was tryout day I couldn't sleep at night and my father was starting to wonder what I was doing. It had became a day closer and the amount of fear that is going through my head is ridiculous it is the worst it had ever been.

My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho.

English had been a breeze previous years before. I never put in the extra effort like I would have for a math class. I was used to getting A’s or B’s in English. So when my first narrative essay came back as an F, my stress levels rose tremendously. What I didn’t know was that an F would bring me to greater things.

In August, our first day in the college class, Mrs. Garth talked with the class about what this semester was going to be like. She spoke to us as college students and not little children. She told us that Comp. was all about writing. As a class, we knew there would be more writing than we were use to, but the very first paper that Mrs. Garth told us to write was unlike any other paper I had ever wrote on my own. We were told to write about our favorite foods, our not so favorite foods, or a tragedy that has happened to us in our life. Of course, I wrote about the tragedy, my paper was written on the note of my grandmother passing away. I used very descriptive details in my writing about what the days were like for me and how I felt after she was gone. While writing the paper, I thought to myself

We were told to write about a memory or experience we had with writing or reading. I found this difficult right off the gate due to my lack of enthusiasm of the class. Once I sat at home and ranted for a while, until the book and experience was chosen for me to start compiling for the day to day tasked that were demanded of me. As I was compiling I was seeing my thoughts of the rants slip into the paper that I was to turn in. After writing the paper I reread the work; astonished as I was I just laughed at the idea and believed this was just going to be unacceptable. Next day to my surprise it was accepted. As I read it aloud my peers and the teacher tore it apart in the class and gave feedback that they felt would help improve it. Shuffling through all the bits of ideas at night shaking and shifting the words around piecing the puzzle to create my paper. Clinching on the questions that arose with Faizon asking about repetitive sentences in the paper, along with Tori’s request for more description. Then having the teacher point out the words I chose to depict the descriptions at times were vague. Keeping those suggestions in mind and more I went through again and again to find the hidden errors with the heightened sight that was giving to me with others views among the forest of characters before me. Hunting out each mistake able

The next paper was kind of my saving grace: the extra credit essay. This kind of writing was what I was good at: stories. My only problem was that I didn’t have much to say during the winter storm considering I had stayed in most of the day and watched movies until my eyes hurt. This was my chance to get back my love of writing, to redeem myself. Yet, I couldn’t really figure out a good story to tell when I had barely gone outside. After a couple of hours and plenty of coffee, I took out my assignment page and created an outline from there. I didn’t have much excitement, but the details I could write easily. I loved painting a picture with my words. Yet, I couldn’t connect the storm to a bigger picture. My critical thinking skills were on once again mute and I simply ignored that matter altogether hoping that it would be skipped over in the grading part. That didn’t work at all but I was satisfied with my B since it was only extra-credit.

English 101-60 has taught me many things and has helped me grow and develop my skills as a writer. It has taught me how to think more creatively and use clear concrete details. In the beginning of the semester, our first writing assignment was a narrative journal entry that focused on writing about an uninteresting moment from your life and making it interesting. This was a challenging assignment because it was a broad topic that allowed the writers to take it in any direction. I remember thinking I had no idea what I am going to write about. Once I was able to narrow down the ideas I started writing what a traumatic experience I had six years ago. This was when I underwent the surgical procedure, to remove my gallbladder. My main focus

Anxiety Disorders affect 18.1 percent of adults in the United States, which totals to almost forty million people aged eighteen to fifty-four. Panic Disorders affect 2.7 percent of people in the United States, totaling to six million people. These statistics, found on the “ADAA” website, do not even count towards all the people who ignore their symptoms and decide not to get medical help. I decided to research if writing helps people cope with their anxiety or deal with their panic attacks partially because I have anxiety, and writing has always helped me calm down when I feel a panic attack coming on. I also wanted to perform research on this because I was interested in seeing if others, like myself, used this method of coping.

All throughout my years of schooling, I’ve had just about, one paper that was about one page long, due every year. My papers never had to be more than one page in length. Therefore, I did not have to do much writing or do many essays. Surely not enough to remember any of the assignments. Writing has never been something I enjoyed doing, so I never bothered to many any memories of my writing experiences. I did not think it was necessary to remember any of them since I only had to do them to get a grade. The only writing experience I remember was the first assignment I had in this English 100 class about a writing experience. All week long, I sat there thinking about what to write about, but nothing came to mind as a topic. Then, one thing came to mind, but it was so very vague, I could not write the length that was needed for the assignment. I could only think of a few sentences to write for it. After sitting for a few moments longer, I thought, how about I write about how difficult it was for me to write this essay before it was due.

I have been writing since I have been in Middle School. I have realized that by college it was easier for me to write down my thoughts in order for me to remember what I have said or done. Writing out my thoughts gives me a sense of recollection, knowledge, and pacification that gets me through my day. I pictured writing to be as simple as jotting down a few sentences, but as I got farther in school I realized that there is more to it than just writing sentences. English has been my most difficult subject I have ever endured, but I have somehow been managing to make excellent grades and achieving all requirements. First in the essay, I will discuss my experiences in the English life that I’ve taken so far up until college. The second part will list my struggles in creating a thesis, a work cited, and properly citing my sources used in the papers.