I Hate Writing : I Hate Writing

Throughout my high school career, I never was eminently passionate about writing for the fun of it. In my English classes, I was always assigned to do what my teacher called “Timed Writings” where they would give a prompt to write about in a short amount of time. Like many, I was taught to write in the traditional format of the five-paragraph essays. I always found writing as a way of punishment from my teachers and disliked having to think ideas on what to write. When it was time to start writing, I would cry internally, sit in sorrow and think blankly. I would think to myself,

When presented with the question, “who are you as a writer?”, I was speechless at first. But after thinking about it, I realized who I am as a writer has been influenced by so many different sponsors throughout my life and there was not a short, concrete answer. Brandt mentions that “literacy is sponsored by people, institutions, and circumstances that both make it possible for a person to become literate and shape the way the person actually acquires literacy.” (Brandt 43) My attitude towards writing has been influenced by teachers, both negatively and positively, by my mother, and by academic assignments over the years. My answer to the question can only be answered by a narrative of my writing life. I have convinced myself that I am a terrible writer, and when presented with a writing assignment, I get anxious instantly. I see writing as a burden and a huge obstacle that gets placed in my life. Academic writing is not fun, but something I value due to the fact that we are a grade driven society. When writing, I write to the guidelines in order to receive points for the requested criteria. The reason being, I gave up on expressing my own ideas because I had been shut down by so many teachers throughout my education. I tried to write down what came to my mind and put my own twist on things, but that was not the “right” way to write papers. In order to make both my teachers and my grades happy, I wrote what they wanted to hear, and even then I was not to the level they

In Shannon Nichols’ “Proficiency”, she bout her dislikes writing due to her experiences. While I was growing up, I never knew I would not like writing. People remind me of how I had great handwriting and loved to write stories. In college, I continue to struggle in writing essays and it is a challenge for me. Although Shannon Nichols and I despise writing growing up, we both have grown to become successful writers.

I hate creative writing! I used to have an affection to write all the time, but now it just doesn’t give me pleasure anymore. Also, the books that I get from the class are horrendous too. It’s extremely tough to read a book when it doesn’t even excite anyone at all! reading and writing is exceptional when the writer, that is yourself, comes up with the idea, and your thoughts matter. But now review me, I’m forced to read an irrelevant book about a pathetic guy, and I’m writing about foolish Dylan Montgomery who thinks I’m broken! I’ve lose respect for something that I love to create

I hate writing. It is one of the simplest task because it is like talking but it creates so much stress for myself. I would rather be pulling all the hairs off my body strand by strand then sit down and write. Even the thought of having to sit down and write makes my stomach tense. It is not like I am hiding behind the fact that I hate writing to avoid doing this assignment. This assignment is one of the easiest prompts that I have been given in my educational career but I have such a high expectation that my writing must be a “perfect”. My writing must be wonderful, flawless, and beautiful. When my writing is best compared to a pile of garbage. The comparison might seem extreme but its sadly true.

The college textbooks always suggest in order to write a good article there are several stages and several points that you should take and consider. For example before you start writing, first you have to brainstorm ideas, take notes, and make outlines. After getting everything in order, you have to decide what kind of article you are writing: a comparison and contrast writing, a cause and effect writing, or etc. Then you have to think of a good thesis statement, subtopic statements, introduction and conclusions, central paragraphs, and many more. Finally you have to worry about having sentence variety, not to use passive voice, not to have run on sentences, not to use too much ‘is’ and ‘and’. I do not know about

Writing is a skill that is used on a daily basis in different mediums: emails, texts, academic papers, and social media platforms. While some mediums are more formal than others, writing in a proper way is still critical. For some, writing is second nature while others face difficulties constructing the perfect message. Growing up, the concept of writing was much more enjoyable than physically putting pen to paper. I found value in the idea of being able to express myself through my writing, yet when it came to academic papers, I froze. This was due to the fact that my writing was being judged, and that elicited fear which, in turn, made me second guess my writing abilities. While attending community college, I was required to take an

We are gonna start this paper off easy I’m just gonna say I hate writing. I have never enjoyed writing I have never been good at it either. For me writing has always been something that takes what seems like forever to be able to finish but then still be able to do bad on it or get a bad grade. I quickly learned about this in college prep writing. I have never been good at writing either there is just so much about it I don’t understand or am good at. I have struggled with commas and spelling for about as long as I can remember, but there is a new problem that is starting to show up more and more as I get older and that is trying to make yourself sound smart by using new vocabulary words or phrases. This makes it that if you say I like dogs

Furthermore, my initial knowledge of the writing process and stages of writing was pretty straight forward; hook, introduction, body paragraph, and conclusion. I also have always written a first draft and went through several stages of editing until the final draft was complete throughout my junior high writing experience. During the writing process, I always struggled with grammar and awkward phrasing, and even after several rounds of peer, parent, and individual editing I would always lose significant amount of points for conventional errors and awkward phrasing. Thus, my feelings towards writing were commonly negative and hateful both inside and outside the classroom. Therefore, in my mind writing was always considered an endless chore, one that was never practiced recreationally or creatively. Even though, I generally detested writing, I still found a slight sense of pleasure and fulfillment when I turned in a piece of writing that I had worked very

The word “writing” and the hands of Lauren Nevis DO NOT mix. I have always hated the components of writing and the indefinite hand cramps while writing. Honestly, I wish I could just speak and the words be automatically writ, which I mean there are some products that can accomplish that request, but I am prone to many mistakes, so that simply won’t work. Ultimately, the thought of writing is not a great one for me, especially since my mom had to force me to write even the simplest things when I was younger. We would sit at the table until I would settle down enough to write whatever I was assigned and this process would take hours. Another reason why I hate writing so much is because I believe I’m not that creative, because I always

When did I realize why I have hated writing for so many years? Well, it was a Monday afternoon in the beginning of my senior year. Walking into to my last class of the day, I realized I was in an exceptionally good mood. Soon I would no longer have to sit in these uncomfortable chairs of my school. The classrooms of Blackstone Valley Tech were no different to jail cells; the concrete walls covered in cream paint, the yellow tile which seems to break everyone’s’ phones and the lack of windows, restricting the outside view. I sat one of the blue plastic chairs with metal legs in the back corner of my English class. The teacher, Mr. Kehowski, comes bolting in the room with a pile of papers in his hand. He was a tall man of normal build, had thinning hair, almost balding. His eyes were sharp and his nose pointy, wearing the usual; a sweater vest and khakis. This man was always jittering and super enthusiastic, which seemed to be a side effect of the 10 cups of coffee he had to drink each day. His voice was deep and slightly raspy, similar to the voice of a smoker.

​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-

Yeah, the answer is not to. I hate writing. It is the worse part of school not for the actual writing or the process to get there. But the way we are forced to write. It’s not just me that this is coming from me. I have learned a lot this year not about writing but about what writing could be. Teachers expect that students write about topic that they have no idea why or how it relates to them. What do they expect when students never get anything done?

You hate the person you were supposed to come to love. You hate the only person you will always have the one who was supposed to come above you took the love and chopped it into halves because you started to venture other paths. The one who sat at the back of the class the one who thought they weren’t meant to last you who was walking on broken glass you who wasn’t worthy of being asked

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