I Was Never Forced For Write, Just School Assignments

Coming home from a repetitive, colorless, and lifeless day at school, the one thing that would bring me expressive release was my little blue notebook. My exotic colored pens would hit the paper and I could have sat there filling those college-ruled lines for hours. I would write whatever came to mind: the monotonous routine at school, the girl who sprained her ankle at practice, or my dreams of becoming an Olympic-level figure skater. Images of my future-self as a skater twirled from my mind, around

writing high school British literature essays. As a former British literature student, the adjustment was hard because the concept of rhetoric analyses was completely new. Just listening to my teacher and doing the assigned work wasn’t enough for me to fully grasp the concept. I had to go to another resource: The UAB Writing Center. Visually, seeing what I was doing wrong and having one-on-one help was what really help me improve my writing. Throughout my second semester as a UAB student, I have learned

It’s Never Over The end of the semester is approaching quickly and you can see “light at the end of the tunnel.” The final assignment is a self-reflection essay on what you learned during the semester in ENG 111. There were three other essay assignments. The first one was called a literacy narrative, the second one, a single source essay, and the third one, a multi-source essay. But how can I write about things I do not understand? I had never taken an online class before, much less, a class that

semester of English, I have learned how to write in APA, and I have learned how to use every detail possible to extend and expand my essays. The literacy narrative essay, research essay, and annotated bibliography have all been essays I have written this semester, and each one has been a different challenge. Around the time I was in ninth grade I learned to write in MLA format. It was not until tenth grade that the teacher hammered it into my brain. MLA format was used by all my high school teachers, so

Despite any issues I faced, from my penmanship to my versatility as a writer, I wasn’t going to let these dilemmas prevent me from accomplishing my goals. Prosperity never came easy and at times it did seem futile to continue trying, but defeat wasn’t an option. Reflecting on the obstacles I conquered, it’s because of the arduous process I endured that allowed me to evolve into the writer I am today. It's interesting how my passion for writing began in the first place. In second grade I wrote my letters

life since I was a child. Whether public speaking, writing or reading; I can say that all three of these areas have been vital parts of my life that have been developed as time went on. However I did not accomplish this alone. Whenever there was writers block I always managed to find a source of inspiration. There were teachers, friends, and family who were always willing and able to guide me and motivate me to accomplish my goals. Throughout everything I can truly say I am glad that I have made it

When I was young, my mom would tuck me and my siblings into bed. I shared a room with my two sisters and my two brothers would always come into our room to hear the nightly bedtime story. My mom or dad, depending on who was the least tired, would let us pick out a story for them to read before we fell asleep. More than likely there was always some quarreling over whose turn it was to choose the book. Starting off at a young age listening to stories started my literacy experience. Once I learned

Throughout my entire life – just like anyone else – English and writing papers has been present. In our society, writing papers is a necessary part of educating our youth and helping them to become smarter individuals. For me, these papers have always been a dreaded experience. As soon as a teacher starts talking about a paper that is coming up, my brain instantly starts freaking out. From one-page papers that had to be written in middle school, to a twenty minute presentation I had to give at the end

Despite any issues I faced, from my penmanship to my versatility as a writer, I wasn’t going to let these dilemmas prevent me from accomplishing my goals. Prosperity never came easy and at times it did seem futile to continue trying, but defeat wasn’t an option. Reflecting on the obstacles I conquered, it’s because of the arduous process I endured that allowed me to evolve into the writer I am today. It's interesting how my passion for writing began in the first place. In second grade I wrote my letters

Westminster Catawba Christian School as an adolescent, living in a suburban area with my older sister Reaghan and parents, a portrait of the best life any child could ask has been painted. My sister and I were spoiled rotten and got pretty much anything we ever asked for. My life consisted of going to school, participating in fun family nights, viewing movies, and attending church on Sunday. I’ll never forget the delicious soul food Sunday dinners that followed. Although my house was filled with chaos from