My Fear Of Writing-Spanish Essay

I remember the fear that my first writing held. My mother did, in fact, see it and I was in more trouble than before. It was definitely not a wise choice on my part, but it certainly did provide a very colorful first memory of writing!

Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers.

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 of my senior year – and everything in between – my fear of writing spans over most of my life and doesn’t seem to be getting any better.

Also remember that writing is process which takes time to perfect. English has never been one of my favorite subjects, mainly just because I never really consider myself to be a good writer and by the normal standard I may not be. In a sense though, I found contrary to my belief that my writing wasn’t all that bad. Now it took time for me to see that for myself, because

The narrative “Proficiency” by Shannon Nichols, it begins by talking about how the author is going to take a test that depends whether she graduates or not and that she has been preparing for a while. She finally got her results, but she was not so happy to see her result. She discovers that she is failing in writing which she thought she was good at. She describes how much she loves writing. She was in denial that she failed in writing. She kept questioning what exactly made her fail in writing.

Writing has always been one of those things that I have had to work at to get words on paper that is not the case anymore. For some reason just letting myself free write for a couple weeks has suddenly made it much easier for me to write, and write significantly

Response 5a: Reading this made me think of 7th grade. I litteraly would write my friend’s papers all the times. Because we use to have these book reports where we had to read a book and just type a large summary. So that was easy, and my friend didn’t like doing them. So he paid me for it.

paper. Every paper is different, and I realized that every process need to be unique to

My successfulness and my struggles began when I first learned how to write and read in Spanish and sixteen years later I was force to learn a new language which is English. Back in the Dominican Republic where I’m originally from in between ages five to eight my mother and I struggle with my writing skills. My mother struggle teaching me how to write and I struggle learning how to write clearly because my teachers couldn’t understand anything written by me. I cannot remember how my writing skill look back then, but I can remember how shamed I felt when my classmates made fun of my writing materials. Once my friends wrote in the board “El profesor esta muy loco” translation (the teacher is crazy) with a crappy hand writing before the teacher

I have never been an excellent student and perennially struggled with English, Math, and Science growing up. These subjects would cast a pall over my day and school work. Anxiety would well up inside of me which often resulted with me passed out across my desk sleeping through parts of class. When I would return home at day’s end, I rarely completed my homework. When I did try to complete homework, it often ended in tears of frustration or the hurling of a book across the room. Taking this class has helped to quell a portion of that anxiety and frustration. It was a grueling class, seemingly impossible at times, but taking this class has given me the confidence to know that not only can I finish the class if I work hard but can also excel! Writing is something that I will exercise throughout my college curriculum and my life. It will help to convey my ideas to the instructor, peers, bosses, and co-workers. In my college curriculum, it will also show my instructors that I’m learning the information provided and how to apply that knowledge appropriately. It will allow me to complete assignments, discussions, and reports, and I will also apply writing in basic communication when necessary.

Writing has never been easy for me. When it comes to writing, my level of confidence is low. Being bilingual has its ups and downs; it is a gift, but sometimes it is hard for me to articulate exactly what I mean in English. In the past, I wrote essays because they were a requirement, but I did not enjoy it. When I had to write my first university-level essay, I was very nervous because I thought my writing was not good enough. When I finished writing that paper, I felt a sense of accomplishment just from completing it. My perspective changed once I gained a little courage, and I felt ready to practice my writing and eventually grow as a writer.

English is a hard language to learn, for there are numerous elements of effective usage and writing. Many people, including me, struggle in writing because of a lack of knowledge. Since middle school, English was not a strong suit of mine. I struggled with the simplest of tasks often taking a considerably longer time to complete a task than the other students. Unmotivated teachers and a lack of interest resulted in remedial writing skills. To put it simply, I had little confidence in my writing and I dreaded taking the class because of the writing involved. In spite of my fears, I took the course and I was able to perfect and challenge my mediocre writing skills.

The classroom that I observed today was called, “Rainbow Fish,” and the first student I observed was drawing pictures in her notebook. Each child has their own notebook they are able to write, color, draw, whatever they would like in. These notebooks are placed together on the writing center shelf. The student grabbed her notebook off of the shelf and walked over to the crayon, marker, and pencil area to choose a writing utensil. This classroom was clearly marked with pictures and words so students knew where to get every item they need. Once she had her notebook and her blue marker, she sat down to begin her drawing. The tables in the classroom had the children’s names written on them so the children knew where to sit during meal time. This student sat in her designated area. Although she did not have to sit at this specific table or in this specific spot, she was so use to sitting in this area, she felt like this was safe for her creative side to come out. What I observed the student drawing, I saw, which was to me, nothing but simple blue scribbles. When the student stopped to think of what to draw next, I asked her what she was making. The student replied with, “A flower, can’t you

would become, and reminded me of my main focus if I ever got sidetracked. The outline

Many of the things that we have talked about in class were illustrated for me in