Writing was a difficult part of literacy for me growing up. I never really liked writing nor did I think I was any good at it. First, I had a hard time thinking of what to write let alone how to get those thoughts on the paper. Even when the teacher provided us with prompts I had a hard time thinking of how to tackle the thoughts I had or simply I didn’t have any thoughts on the topic. I floundered in writing for many years. I took a creative writing class in high school and enjoyed it. However, outside of that class I lacked the professional writing skills that my teachers wanted to see, such as indentations, punctuation and spelling. I had no organizational skills and my papers were choppy at best. At some point, someone, can’t recall who, told me to write …show more content…
He didn’t grade our writing except for the fact that we were participating. Occasionally, he would write snarky comments in the margins that were always positive. He then had us read about a wide range of topics, things I’d never think of reading. An article on a nun who made cheese, a reading on how ice looked, and many other stories that I would have never thought of looking at. He then had us compare writing styles of authors and make connections to the readings. After many journal type entries and papers my professor told me he enjoyed my writing style. What? I had a style? I had an enjoyable style? It was the confidence I needed. He told me that I write about nothing and that I write like I speak. He joked how Seinfeld was about nothing and look how great that show was. It was the first time in my 33 years of life that I felt like writing was something I could be good at. He helped me polish up many papers and a lot of internet resources later I learned a lot about how to put a paper together. It is still an area I try to work on. I read my work out loud to make sure it sounds natural and well organized. This leads me to speaking and
In my childhood I was not taught the fundamentals of proper writing. Nor was it influenced in my household to dedicate time for writing. My father owned his own business, therefore, I always saw him writing inventory and receipts. As for my mother, I can recall her writing down messages from phone calls. At school I found little to no growth in my writing. When I did face a task that required legible writing I would seek help from my friend Sandra. This class is by far the first English course I have taken were I could truly say lectures are broken down enough for me to develop satisfactory growth. I am still a developing writer, but I have made a lot of progress because of influences of my own desire to learn, Professor Anna C. Morrison, and
My personal experience, as a writer, is limited only to the days it was required of me, which led to a lack of understanding of a writer’s style and a bad reputation and relationship with past English educators. I never really enjoyed writing, I but always admired reading the works of famous writers, who had the gift of self-manifestation. However, I always seemed to complete the task without any sort of passion or interest. Writing was simply a required aspect of earning a grade. I felt limited in my ability to be creative or interesting to my readers. My writing seemed to lack imagination and vitality. While I was enthralled in reading a good book, writing was an unsatisfying effort and a chore. Expressing my voice and inspiring others
Effective writing is becoming a real concern among teachers and college professors. As a matter of fact, the quality of writing appears to be worse than it used to be. In past years, studies have proven that there is a constant decline in people's writing ability. This article, Student Writing: Strategies to Reverse Ongoing Decline, gives you some insight as to the decline and ways to improve your writing skills.
When looking back at my writing experiences, it reminds me that writing is not my area of expertise. Where writing may come easy for some students, it takes me longer to put my thoughts together. I am basically scared to write because I am lost at where to even begin.
In the beginning of my educational career, I detested anything that pertained to writing: paragraphs, fill-in-the-blank sentences, and especially poetry. However, a 10th-grade English class changed my perspective on the necessity of conveying my thoughts onto paper with effectiveness, and writing became the cargo boat of my thoughts- the manifestation of my progressively maturing mind. I began to write daily- approximately 4 pages per day- and I developed a writing skill that my friends envy and a unique eloquence that their tongues could only wish to formulate on their own. As an extension of my 11th-grade AP English class, I read additional works of writers we learned in class from different periods- Emerson, Twain, Fitzgerald, and Thoreau-
I’ve never been the type to just love writing. Before my senior year in high school, I always felt like writing was more of a job. I knew writing had educational purposes, but it still didn’t make the process any better. My whole view on writing changed last year. My 12th grade English teacher, Heather Carpenter, influenced the way I viewed writing. My whole class was assigned to write almost 30 papers for a Senior Portfolio. Each paper had us reflect on our high school years or tell us about our future plans. When I first heard about this assignment, I immediately dreaded all the work. As we all worked through the assignment, my dread turned into enjoyment for writing, all because of my teacher and they way I started to view writing. Even though writing can be difficult and time consuming, it’s good to be an open minded writer because it can release inner thoughts and emotions and make a person willing to consider new ideas.
Ever since English became my second language after Arabic, I realized that I will be struggling with it.
I believe that writing is more than an academic task. It is a life skill. Through positive interactions and dedication within both students and teachers, we as writers can improve our writing. Not only have I found this factual but, I became aware of this the more I produced writings. I stumbled upon this belief through the trial and error I had faced both in school and at home. As a highschooler having that forever pent-up anxiety and stress because you have no idea if you are going to be accepted into the college you want because you’re lacking writing skills is unbelievably stressful. Even now, I sometimes feel as if I have no idea what I want for myself in the future, all I know is that I want to be successful but how? That’s when I was
To many of my school classmates writing came as second nature; to me not so much. It was clear that my weak relationship with writing was going to be an issue if I didn’t get a grip on it. Writing has constructed many obstacles in my life, but with the right words and guidance I continue to overcome the language.
Every writer has their own approach to the writing process. Some people may be extremely good at writing while others struggle. I know I was always one of those people who struggle with writing. In high school, I would always have to get help from a tutor or one of my teachers. It was always hard for me to stay focused enough to know what I needed to write about and what order everything needed to be in. it wasn’t until my senior year of high school when I finally had an English teacher who actually tried to help me with my writings. My teacher would work with me just a couple extra minutes before and after class making sure I knew what I would have to fix before I turn in my paper. He tried to help me with grammar and punctuation, but I
When I signed up for this class (at the last minute, I should add, after dropping out of an economics class), I had no idea what to expect from a college-level creative writing course. I was excited to write creatively as a part of a group of like-minded people, but I wondered about the academic aspect of the class: what exactly would I learn about writing itself, and how would I learn it? Looking back now, I realize that through my interactions with the readings we did, my critique of others work, and the feedback I received on my own pieces, I have expanded my depth of knowledge on what is required to create great writing, and, perhaps most importantly, I have learned that great writing can take a variety of forms.
I believe I learned to write either in pre-school or in kindergarten. It wasn’t anything special, but I know I could write simple words. I’ve always feared having to write in English classes. It’s never been a huge part of my life. Growing up my parents definitely thought reading and writing was important, but because my father was a math teacher I don’t think it was as important to us as it was to other families. I do not believe that I’ve ever been a great writer. I can get a B at best usually, but I’ve never felt like an excellent writer.
Everyone changes, no matter the time. It could be a day to day change, month to month, even a year to another year. One may not realize it, but they still change no matter what. It could be from losing weight to thinking a different way about a certain subject. Nevertheless, the writer I was before this class, and the writer that I am now are completely different writers.
Writing is fundamental in an individual’s life. You use writing everyday and there is no avoiding that. Throughout your life you may learn to write, and as your life goes on that skill may be strengthened. This is the story of my writing. As a child, I never really liked to write; however, it was something that had to be done - for school of course. Lately, I have been striving to strengthen my writing skills. In doing so, I often attempt to write as though I am a literary scholar. Although I have a long way to go, my writing has come far. From run-on sentences that do not make any grammatical sense, to sentences that are precise and have exceptional word choice and vocabulary. So far, my writing skills have excelled exceptionally and I am
When I first came to Boston, my life was on the fast track. I received a full-tuition scholarship. I was thinking about Medical school and where I wanted to go. Then, when scheduling my classes, I saw that I had to take mandatory writing classes. My heart dropped. All throughout my years of schooling, the one subject was always the bane of my existence was Writing. Schools called it many different pretty and academic names to make it seem harmless and just another class, but for me it was like a death sentence. My communication skills are bad. My hearing loss caused me to stumble on words, I could barely keep up with conversations because I couldn’t really hearing and focus on what was being said. These are some of the factors that affected my writing. My mother would always call me out on not communicating and writing properly and clearly. She said it is because I write how I talk and when writing I have the conversation in my head without realizing that my fingers were not catching up to them, causing my writing to miss things or only have half of the conversation. So, when my teachers or parents would read my writing, they would scratch their heads and ask what are you talking about.