My Favorite Things To Write

Everyone on the planet has a goal set in life, but only a handful attempt to improve to obtain their goal by studying the subject their goal is in. In my English class, English 101 this quarter I was astonished by how much I had progressed as a writer sharpening my writing skills and also learned a lot about writing that I hadn’t learned before. In my writing portfolio for this quarter I had to write an autobiography essay, a research essay, and this reflection essay to develop my writing skills better. The writing assignments were fun to do because it challenged me to work on essays of different styles that were new to me. The essay assignments helped me grow as a better writer that gave me the self-confidence and skills to take on the world on my own.

Prior to my development of routine introspection and, consequently, maturation, I wrote not to encapsulate my ever-growing discomfort towards life, but rather to gain praise and acknowledgement for my efforts in writing. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I sat on the floor of my kindergarten classroom criss-cross applesauce-style as my teacher, Mrs. Glickman, asked the class to write a short story and to provide an illustration to accompany it. With smudged and disorderly speckles of graphite sprawled across my paper, I managed to write a story in my signature chicken-scratch handwriting. The story was relatively simple, about a girl who had thought she was a hideous monster until she looked into a river reflection and realized she was beautiful. I even drew (or attempted to draw) a beautiful girl for the second part of the assignment. At the next school assembly, Mrs. Glickman granted me a sky-colored paper, reading “Award of Recognition: Kiana Lucin, for her creative writing and exemplary drawing skills.” From this point on, I prided myself in writing, and excelled

There comes a time in life where we see an impossible obstacle, and do the best that we can to overcome it. For me, this was my AP English Language class in high school during senior year. The time was now, summer is nearly over. I analyzed my strengths and weaknesses, giving a full re-evaluation of myself. In the end, I consider myself an average writer. There have been times in the past when I’ve written letters or personal stories. However, those have never been my strongest set of skills. While I have been serious with my writing, I never recognized the unbelievable advantages that good writing has. Therefore, I’ve made it my goal to improve my literal skills and become a great writer. Maybe this new class will assist me in becoming that

While reading “Shitty First Drafts” by Anne Lamott and “Journey as a Writer” by Yvonne Sui-Runyan I came to a discovery. Writing is terribly difficult for everyone, not just us college kids. I found that composing any sort of writing challenging for all of us and it is never just sugars and rainbows. This however, can be stressful for those of us who enjoy those things in our daily lives. Being said, after expecting to be thrown straight into a fire after reading these, I came to a suppressing conclusion. I was “okay” with my status as a writer. Not because of the crude humor in Lamott’s writing or the easy to understand structure in Sui-Runyan’s but, because it felt great to know that there are other people out there who are struggling to

From the early beginning of the school year to the current day, my writing skills and knowledge have improved and broadened over time. If not drastic, the change is noticeable nevertheless. For almost an entirety of eighth grade, assignments of varying difficulty challenged me to a degree. To be frank, some seemed as though they were beyond my comprehension and ability. However, determination amalgamated with knowledge obtained in advance helped me to overcome my doubts, for I exceeded my expectations; surprisingly good grades and comments are a delight, owing to the fact of that I don’t tend to think of myself as being proficient at writing. Consequently, the assignments given to me this school year shaped me into who I am as a writer.

My writing has improved greatly over the years. Now, I am able to write much longer papers, my writing is more detailed, my writing is straight, I am able to write in different styles, and my letters aren't shaped weirdly anymore. All and all, my writing has improved a good amount. I still do not enjoy writing that much. I am really enjoying math and science right now. The writing that I do like, is writing about a subject that I choose with no guidelines. My past writing pieces that I have done, have been the personal narrative (in 6th grade), and the researched based writing project (also in 6th grade). Both of those projects I did not enjoy that much, because we worked on those two projects for a long time. Even thought I do not enjoy writing

I have improved my tone, diction, and I’ve finally found a voice that I can now fully utilize in my day-to-day writing, be it typed or physically written. While I may have had many a setback thrown my way, they won’t stop my seemingly fruitless climb to the top of this hole I’ve dug. My goals are to bury the tragedy that is my mental state, and I will continue my efforts in ensuring that my recollections of life no longer interfere with my personal works (unless my personal opinion is deemed necessary). In summary, I believe I have improved vastly, and this exponential growth is indebted to both my renewed mental stimulation, as well as the great lengths my teacher has gone to in order to teach us our identities as authors. My goals are to bury the hatchet I’ve held since the day I put pen to paper, and I strive to become a writer whose works may be summed up in a more conclusive manner, rather than being drawn out. This year has been the cause of emotional turmoil that I’d never wish upon anyone, but only time can tell when I’ll decide to extract my

I went to a relatively large public school and getting a high score amongst the entire 8th grade class truly felt like an accomplishment. Writing gave me an indescribable sense of fulfillment and I aspired to become an author, journalist, writer, or anything in that essence. However, once I reached high school by some means it all changed. I began drifting away from my once exceptionally hopeful dreams. The wrong crowd became my crowd and school just didn’t seem as significant anymore. Though, in spite of everything, I continued to write poems about my life and things I had witnessed, as well as things I felt strongly about. In addition, I also tried to keep up with writing in my journals. But one day, I put the pen down and never picked it back up again. Now, at 29 years old, I constantly wonder what could have been if I had never discontinued writing. It’s been over a decade since I’ve actually written for pure personal gratification like I used to. Although I sometimes enjoy writing assignments I am given in college, the flow and creativity that was once so easily attainable does not come as naturally to me any

How am I still doing this? That is what I ask myself when I walk through the horrid english door. Through my middle school “career”, if you could call it that, I found myself loving narrative writing and having the choice to invent a story, lose myself in what i’m am creating. That is what I consider my strength, narratives, but everything else other than that, the analysis or persuasive, papers I did not excel in. sure I never got bad grades on them, but I do need to grow in those areas. So in this paper I will show you how I have benefitted through out my middle school writing career.

Through all of my accomplishments and disappointments, I have always been especially proud of the dedication and passion I have for my personal beliefs and values. If there is no struggle, there is no progress, with drive and a bit of hard work you can move mountains. Based on hard work and success, it goes hand in hand because life is designed to be tough. When I was 14 years old, I realized how important writing is in our everyday life. I realized that writing was something important in my life and it has changed my personal life. In my freshman year in High School during “Career Day,” one of the presenter who was a writer, helped me understand how important writing is.

I started to write when I was 10 years old. It was under the recommendation of my therapist who believed that it would help me release negative emotions, and it did. Since then I have loved to write stories, journals, poems, anything that could set my imagination free. However as a writer I’ve always felt unsuccessful I have always felt that the pieces I write are never completed. Even more that as a writer I was not good enough and I shouldn’t show my writings to anyone that I shouldn't even bother to continue as a writer. These reason both motivate me and make me not want to continue but I choose to let it motivate me because I

Throughout high school, I was regularly told that writing was not my strongest skill. My teachers would constantly “shoot down” my writing because it was never “good enough,” except I never understood what that truly meant. However, this class helped me realize that my writing has “potential for greatness,” but it just requires some more time, thought, and clarification.

Hello everyone my history as a writer is something odd, but I know for sure my age will grow and my history will as well. Whenever I have ever felt the need to write on my own I like to write what I am feeling even if it doesn't make sense. I like to think of myself as a person who sees life in a good perspective. I was interested in creative writing because I love to write about anything where I can show my creativity. So far I am enjoying this class. What I want to get out of this class is new writing techniques and to look at things differently. I enjoy writing about how I feel sometimes it can be about something good and something bad. I began to write when I was younger I came to this country 22 years ago as a very young lady. Who knew

This first semester at the University of Akron has flown by. I learned many new writing concepts that helped me become a better writer. English composition was a required class that I had to take in order to get my degree. Although this class was required I still wanted to take this class to become more knowledgeable about writing. Coming into English Composition I was worried about all of the papers and the workload that I would have to complete. I knew that I was going to have to write a lot more than I previously had in highschool, but I was unsure of just how much. The works that I decided to include in my portfolio comprise of my Literacy Narrative, Image Analysis Paper, and essay titled Mayas Hardships based on Maya’s experiences in I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. I selected these works because I felt that they are the ones that require the most improvement to them. The papers i've chosen show how far I’ve came In English Composition.

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