My Essay Of My Writing

When writing an essay it is essential to allow for the piece to develop and become its own organic living being. The author must allow for the paper to make mistakes therefore it can review itself and correct any confusion. This procedure of making and amending blunders can occur as many times as possible for the paper to fully evolve. Thenceforth the author must be able to look objectively at their essay and evaluate how effectively the message is being portrayed. The capability to adequately evaluate and reflect upon one 's essay is what separates the good essays from the superb ones. The essential criteria to what makes a good essay is an accomplished thesis statement, lively transitional wording, and impactful verb choices.

During this past semester in senior composition, I have learned how to properly write an essay. In the first semester of my senior year, I took creative writing with Mrs. Leese; I learned how to write stories and how to find books that I would actually like to read. That class got me to enjoy writing and when I found out this class was going to be all essays, I was not very ecstatic. In reality, I loved this class and everything I was taught in it because now I am able to use it for the better. In senior composition, I believe that my writing improved greatly because of the vocabulary I learned, the topics that I picked, and the punctuation/grammar I used.

It was a miracle that i got through that those essays and the class. My sophomore year came around and so did english 2, i was prepared to dread that class more than anything else. I remember feeling uneasy when getting an introduction to the first written assignment. It was noticeable that the teacher was motivated to get familiar with a new type of outline the english department had came up with since it seemed like the one before was of no support to us students. The outline seemed bearable at first glanced but at the back of my head, the question of “how do i put my thoughts into words” still remained a mystery. I was aware that for my writing to improve, my way of organizing my thoughts in words had to improve too. The teacher used the outline and showed us how to write a proper essay including how to phrase our thoughts in the direction of our writing. In that class i had an awakening and was enlighten to what was the begining to my first real writing. I remembered writing that first assignment with interest and comprehension. My thoughts formulated its way into my writing. My writing constructed into a well written essay about the universal idea of the book ‘Of Mice and

In the eight weeks of my English151B class, I have improved my writing skills to write a well-organized and focused essay by avoiding run-ons, fragments, using proper verb tenses, and punctuation marks.

My past experiences with writing have been the many times I practiced improving how I brainstormed my essays throughout high school. What I have enjoyed about writing during those experiences was gathering various examples from literature, culture, or personal experiences, and connecting them together to form the main idea for my essays. What has been less enjoyable about writing essays is trying to form from a blank slate about what the overall message of my essay will be.

What kind of writer am I? That’s a trick question for which there is not a satisfactory answer. My experience with writing has never been my favorite. In fact, English has always been my least favorite subject. Studying math and science is what I enjoy; these have come rather easy for me. English, for some reason I will never understand, has always required extra effort for me actually to do well. Sure, there have been plenty of times that I have been required to write a few research papers, several literary analyses, and numerous essays; but I have more weaknesses than strengths as a writer. My writing experience has, and will probably stay, limited to papers on given subjects assigned to me. Besides school work and possibly my field of work requirements, I will most likely never delve into any other form of writing. I am positive that there are more like me: more people that struggles with English writing. I have wondered why there were so many English related tasks in school. In doing so, I have grown to execrate the subject without becoming fully aware of its future benefits. Although I may have never been a devoted writer, I do realize the profit of being a good writer along with the advantages that good writers have over me.

When it comes down to writing essay’s it can be quite simple but then again quite frustrating. Writing can be very stress relieving, because I am able to express my feelings and thoughts throughout my writing. It takes my mind off the things that I am going through in life such as school, family, friends, social media, and etc. It helps me focus better knowing that I will have someone else reading my thoughts and feelings once I’m done writing this essay. Writing is a passage way for me to go into my own world and write about what I feel, see, hear, smell and even taste.

I relate to this quote by Brandon A. Trean because to me photography and writing are sort of similar. There can be a 100,000 meanings and things going on in a photo as there can be on a page. Writing and pictures capture moments and feelings that can make the person reading or looking feel as if they were at that place and feeling those emotions, that's why I enjoy writing.

A writer is someone who writes in a specific way. Such as Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Mark Twain, F. Scott Fitzgerald, John Steinbeck, Emily Dickinson and William Shakespeare. All are amazing writers who were taught to understand when to use the 3 appeals and how to use each effectively. Thus making their compositions stronger and marvelous enough to last through generations upon generation.

Before taking my sophomore year of High School, writing was a very big struggle for me. When I first began writing essays in school I did not know how to go about the process. I had struggled many years with how to start the essay and how to make it flow. My first essays were mechanically flawed and constantly changed topic. As I went up each grade level I began to transform my writing a little at a time. Mr. Marhefka’s class helped me set up the organization, but still I did not understand the importance of transitions between paragraphs. I would stop a paragraph and start the next with a completely different topic because I did not what I was doing wrong. After taking my sophomore year of English I definitely changed my writing in many ways. Learning everything I did, I understood many new things that did not make sense before. Having made such changes in the past have made it possible for me to understand more advanced levels of writing that will help my future in many ways.

Writing is great thing, you can bring your voice to life on paper. There are many different types of writing to get people with all personalities a way to interpret their own words. Descriptive essays are my personal favourite. They let you express and help interpret your imagination. They are very unique because you can get into such detail about them. If you can't find a topic to write about just look around to find an idea. Your best friend, a dream, a pet, a celebrity, a musical instrument, there all ideas and topics to write about in your essay. If you know your topic good enough you will be able to get a very well written and detailed essay. My least favorite writing style would be persuasive. The reason this writing style would be

Axel sat on Petra’s right, with Kamryn to his left. They scanned data on Valerie Parker’s credit accounts for the past five years. A pattern emerged over time; small regular payments made to a company in Dome 2 called U-Stor-It, which showed multiple owners, the current one named Gemini Storage. They exchanged knowing smiles. The current business name was a red flag. The property schematics displayed a sizable storage warehouse.

I don’t consider myself a very good writer. I write when I am made to or when I have something that I need to say that I can’t just tell someone. I keep a diary. Usually my diary is just a record of what I have done that day. It’s not so much about my feelings. I don’t really like talking about my feelings, usually because most of the time I am confused about what exactly I am feeling. I tend to keep the feelings that I do have to myself, to protect myself from getting hurt.

    There I was laying in the sunlight with the blades of grass tickling my legs. I sense the laughter inside my throat explode outside of me and the bright green eyed girl bursting with giggles beside me. Then I am abruptly pulled out of my joyus bubble I hear a voice calling my name. I turn to look and there she is, my mother perched upon the porch calling my name. I know it is not time for dinner yet since it is still bright and sunny out. I turn to my friend to inform her that I will go home to find out why my mother is calling me and then return as soon as I can.

I abolish the thought and gather my bag. “Have fun, Alice,” I call out as I exit the apartment.