At this point in my life I find myself in an interesting predicament regarding my attitudes toward reading and writing; more so towards reading. Years ago I used to love reading books for pleasure but nowadays I find myself reading things that little to no effort to digest. This includes the very basic posts on facebook expressing one’s opinion on something or articles and threads on reddit discussing topics I find intriguing. Perhaps it’s the severe senioritis that has overcome me as I enter my last semester at Chapman University. As I’ve gotten lazier I can see it start to reflect in my everyday life. Deep down I still love to read but I rarely find myself getting truly invested into the action unless it relates to something I am very …show more content…
You can feed the mind as much as you want and it will never get full of reading. Sadly, I’m not the same person that I was. I guess you could say it’s part of growing up. It never really was intentional but it’s just the way how it ended up. On the other hand my attitudes toward writing are very different. First let me say that deep down I truly do not like to write. I myself don’t personally like to write for leisure or pleasure but rather I write because I believe it is one of the most important aspects of being able to communicate with those around you, both personally and professionally. To put differently, my attitude towards writing is that I write because I need to write and survive in the world around me. I write because I have to, not because I want to. Hopefully this somewhat makes sense. To better explain let me make a comparison. When I am assigned a writing assignment or I am writing because the action is being forced upon me I find myself not enjoying the process and overall the end result is subpar. The perfect example of this would be my junior year in high school when I was enrolled in AP english literature. I dreaded the majority of the class simply because there was so much writing involved in the entire course and therefore I was constantly writing just to get a grade. Being forced to write in such high volume every week for an entire school year was not enjoyable for myself and as a result the
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My feelings about writing are something a teacher does not want to here. Personally I do not like to write because I struggle at it just like reading. Another reason why I do not like writing is because it is very time consuming and I do not have the patience. Writing takes many steps and processes to have a good piece of work when I would rather skip them all too just a couple steps. When I am trying to writing I feel like I so many ideas and topics to write about, but when time comes to write. Boom nothing comes to me, and I sit there staring at my blank piece of paper stressing. Trying to focus is another reason that makes me dislike writing. Before I start the paper I am think I am going to sit down and get this paper done and over with,
Many people enjoy and have fun writing, but then again, many people dislike having to write, including me. Writing has always been something I was never really interested on for many reasons.
Like most people, I have been writing since my early childhood. My earliest memory of writing goes as far back as kindergarten, where my teacher gave me the task of creating a short sentence describing a picture. When I was growing up, I hardly used writing outside of school. Writing a letter to Santa Claus every Christmas is the extent of my writing for fun as a child. Although, given the number of essays I have had to write throughout my school years along with the fact that my mother is a bibliophile and has always encouraged me to read and write as much as I can, I have undoubtedly developed a close relationship with writing. Despite being forced to write nearly my entire life, I do not dislike writing; rather, I do not especially care
I’m going to be completely honest I do not enjoy writing at all, in my opinion I think it is very boring and tedious work but I have found that somehow I always do somewhat good on essays.
My experience with writing has been one filled with . When I first began writing I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I liked that I could express all of my opinions and feelings on a sheet of paper, but as I begin to grow older my interest in writing has significantly decreased. I do not like it as much because when writing there are so many rules and factors that I have to take into consideration. Presently, I have a love-hate relationship with writing. The only time I love writing is when it is an interesting topic. When I am given an interesting topic to write about I could write pages and pages about it. For instance, when I was told to choose a subject and write an essay about that topic I wrote a 5 paged essay about the murders of Nicole
Throughout my twenty two years of life I have had a love/hate relationship with writing. In school I’ve had English classes in which I enjoyed immensely. Then there were the classes I did not. Sadly a majority of the time it was the latter. Subsequently during my adolescence I was never really interested in writing. I cannot remember a time when I was angry or anxious while preparing to write a paper. I just wouldn’t go as far as to say I enjoyed writing papers. I viewed it as a chore that I wanted to be finished as quickly as possible. But at the same time I’ve always considered myself a average writer and viewed most of my work as well written papers with solid ideas. Yet I would still find myself receiving grades that were much lower than I expected.
Everyone knows that “freedom 55” (the ability to retire from work at that age) has turned out to be a marketing slogan than a reality for most senior’s in America. But there are still an enviable few who were able to realize their dream (Susan Smith). In March of 2006, I became one of the few that saw their dream come true, at age 58. I retired after 28 years working with the mentally challenged individuals in a large state-run facility. I started working at the facility in the maintenance department, as a housekeeper cleaning the buildings. After two years in that position, I realized that I was capable of completing the duties of the assigned direct care staff, even though I only had a high school diploma. As a result of my natural empathic abilities to influence and manage people and the state offered promotional tests, I was able through the years to work my way up to a second level managerial position. Still, having completed all these levels in my professional life, I had not finished the main item listed in my preverbal lifelong goals, which was the completion of my college education.
I am extremely interested in the behavior specialist position proposed at Fontana Unified School District. I have substantial background knowledge pertaining to the field of special education, more specifically the mild, moderate, and severe student populations. I am currently carrying out my eleventh year of employment at San Bernardino City Unified School District, as a moderate to severe education specialist. My experience as a special education teacher has generated opportunities for professional growth and development, as I am able to effectively educate and manage youth with moderate to severe disabilities. I have acquired over a decade of significant knowledge regarding behavior interventions, special education law, and effective
The school year has officially taken off. Schedules are solidified and I am getting semester long projects, so it is set in stone now. A freshman at BHS. I knew I’d get my start here but I thought I’d stay until graduation. I’m now going to Bentonville West. The Class of 2019 that I’ve been with since sixth grade will be split. BWHS looks promising, I’ll have most of my best friends there with me. My freshman year feels like it is going to go by really quickly. I’m not entirely sure what to think about this year yet. It has its ups and downs, but mostly ups. One good thing is that I seem to be handling workload okay thus far. People were telling me that it was going to be a ‘hit the ground running’ type of year but I am managing perfectly fine.
The relationship between writing and myself is conflicted one. Since I began going to school as a young child my feelings about writing has came in phases of love and hate. Fortunately, in recent years as I have matured I have found great interest reading and writing that I never would have expected to happen. Through this new passion, I plan to pursue a career in a field where writing is required and ideally puts me in a position where my words can enlighten troubled souls.
I do not like to write. The thought of me being a writer is a small thought because I don’t like writing. I don’t like writing because I don’t find it interesting. But I do like reading because most writers put a lot of details into their stories. All of my memories of writing assignments are bad. As a kid, I did not like when we had to write what we did as a kid like trips and other things where I had to explain myself. Every writing assignment seems like torture because I don’t like writing. When a teacher says we have a writing assignment I feel like I want to cry.
For as long as I can remember I have never truly enjoyed writing. Writing for me has always been extremely hard, I was never that type of student that would take pleasure in writing. Throughout my life, I always have felt that writing was forced upon me because I felt that my teachers would make me a write paper that did not interest me not even in the slightest. Around the time that I realized that I was not too keen on writing, it then became a lot harder for me to keep up with class with my class writing assignments because I didn’t like to write.
Opening, option, lucky chance, possibility, regardless of the synonym used, opportunity is often overlooked. Who can lay blame? Life is busy. Adults have work, homes, children, volunteer activities to distract them. Students have school, practice, jobs. Daily obligations keep us from seeing opportunities or at least that is a convenient excuse. Don’t take chances, don’t call attention to yourself, keep your head down, the expected road is the safe road and consequently each day will securely turn into the next. That was my existence, one of the crowd, one of the many. Then I sorted socks.
“When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.”. People read all the time. They read for information, for escape, for entertainment, for instruction, for guidance. They read recipes and tweets and texts. They read newspapers, blogs, and Facebook replies. As I reflect on my reading memories, I realize they represent the journey I have traveled, leading me to my current academic path. I grow very uninterested in the article that I’m reading, once I lose interest it more of me looking at the words and not actually digesting what I’m reading.