How Does This Influenced My Writing

The impact both reading and writing have had on me throughout my school years has always been changing. While I have always struggled with reading comprehension, and anxiety in putting my thoughts into words when writing, I have found some relief when I am able to connect to a character in a book, or given freedom to find a topic I am interested in; which makes me excited and passionate about sharing my thoughts through writing.

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.

How am I still doing this? That is what I ask myself when I walk through the horrid english door. Through my middle school “career”, if you could call it that, I found myself loving narrative writing and having the choice to invent a story, lose myself in what i’m am creating. That is what I consider my strength, narratives, but everything else other than that, the analysis or persuasive, papers I did not excel in. sure I never got bad grades on them, but I do need to grow in those areas. So in this paper I will show you how I have benefitted through out my middle school writing career.

Due to my excellence in middle school English, I was placed into the Honors English I class. This reawakened the childhood talent I had held onto so dearly. Growing up, I always had a knack for storytelling. Even before my brain knew the alphabet existed, my little hands formed scribbles in which I would tell the daring story of a hero saving the day from certain destruction. The heroes always were my age, and sometimes I even wrote myself as the hero. My imagination only seemed to grow stronger with age, and by the time I had turned fourteen I had come to a decision: I was going to write a book.

Writing began as a simple process of grabbing a pen and letting my imagination take over. Now, however, I’m more structured—albeit only slightly. The most important step remains allowing the fantasy worlds created in my mind to carry me wherever, but only after I have concluded the last sentence of my story. Assigning myself a number for how many major events can occur forces me to refrain from forming unmanageable structures. Once a character undergoes a tragedy, he or she must experience at least one notable change in his or her character. Something I’ve come to accept about my writing is a necessity to feed readers information that may not be pertinent to the story, in the future, I will be apportioning page limits on excessive information, though I did not restrict myself in this project.

Reading has shaped me into the person I am today. Reading has taught me that your imagination is your strongest asset to living life. Reading has given me the ability to experience things that will never happen in my life time. Books give me the chance to live through characters and to live the lives of those before me. So I ask why it is okay for someone to take away my right to expose myself to literature. There are books that shaped America that have been challenged because people believe that they are above a brilliant piece of literature and feel that others don’t need to be exposed to profanity, vulgar behavior, and violence. What makes these books so desirable to read is the idea that they are honest, and that they challenge our morals.

This story is about how my reading and writing changed throughout my life going through school. When I started in kindergarten I couldn’t spell my name that well. I had trouble reading and writing, and it took me so long to understand what I was doing wrong because I’m a person that thinks that I’m always right and never wrong. As I went through elementary school, I had a problem with writing neatly, writing in complete sentences, and reading big words. When I was in elementary school I was a student that didn’t like to write during unless it was about something that interested me. Other than that the only time I wrote was when I was required to for school. As each of those five years went by I hated writing in a way, but I hated reading even more with each year that went by. The reason I hated writing during elementary school so much was because

When I enrolled in AP English Composition class my junior year, the first assignment was to write a narrative. I barely knew my teacher, so I was hesitant about writing anything personal. However, there were things going on in my life that I hadn’t faced, and through some positive encouragement I was able to deal with them through

After only writing brief passages I wanted to write more than a series of unconnected passages so I attempted to write stories. At first, it felt awkward and forced but I kept writing. Although it felt strange in the beginning, it became easy. Slowly I became confident in what I was writing.

Everything I had pieced together went together and while looking at my screen, I realized that I’m probably doing what I’ve been doing every single year and every single time I write an essay. I included more information than I needed, so I started checking for sentences that were extra information that didn’t really need to be there to make my point. Once I was less than 800 words and more than 750 words, I created a copy and worked on my other class essay, which was to write a 500 word essay. I remember the requirements for each class, so I cut out a lot and it was still at 600. That was when I decided to cut out more extraneous information. It did not work as I had hoped it would so I asked for help. I didn’t realize how many more words could still be taken out until the teacher told me the reason behind it. Everyday, there was always a little change and as I got help on my short essay, I made changes to the bigger

“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!” (Suess 13)I can remember sitting in my bed, repeating that saying to myself, constantly mouthing the words until I dozed off into a deep slumber. The influence of literature affected my daily thoughts, perspective, and memories from even early childhood. From giddily reading the clever rhymes of Dr.Seuss to sitting in the carpool lines relating to the tales of Junie B. Jones, my early exposure to reading and its importance set the tone of its impact throughout my adolescence and transition into adulthood. With my chronological growth, came an array of literature that separated themselves into distinct phases of my life, intertwining the development

From this process I learned the importance of not adding extra information, reading my story aloud to proofread, and developing my sentences. In my first draft I wrote a lot of unnecessary information which lead my essay to have a number of words that exceeded the word count. This time I made sure to only include information that was necessary. For the first essay, when I was proofreading my work in my head. As a result, I had many typos and missed many errors. On the final project, I read my essay out loud and my proofreading was more efficient. Finally, on my first essay one of my comments was that some of my sentences were choppy, so I made sure that all of my sentences flowed nicely. For my new piece I am especially proud of my

I wrote about our trip to Heritage School a few months previous. The paper was timed and all over the placed. It didn't help that it was a state test and i felt more stress than anything else. My mind ended up everywhere but my writing and i was so focused on details that the plot dragged on. The teacher probably loved that ‘cause they always stress using details. But then my story kept getting longer and I had to revise somehow. Big, fancy words were easy for me, but I couldn't tell if I even spelled things right. My punctuation was none existent nor did I know which ones to use. I was having no fun. It was expected, but I at least tried to have fun. In the end, I barely passed. What a dream crusher NeSA tests

It’s hard to believe that it’s already the end of the second quarter. Half of my junior year has passed by and the AP Language & Composition exam is only a short one-hundred and eighteen days away. But in the past four months, I have been able to develop the skillsets needed to analyze and comprehend works of literature and conquer the AP exam. This second quarter has definitely brought growth in my ability to analyze and comprehend literature; however, I also experienced some stagnation in my writing abilities.

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s