My Love For Reading And Writing

Going from middle school to high school can be a big challenge in one's life. From

I cannot remember a time in my life when I didn’t love reading and writing. My favorite books during my early childhood mostly consisted of Dr. Seuss books. I spent hours reading with my parents and on my own, we read a book before bed every night. When I was in Kindergarten I wrote my first book, about bunny rabbits. I spent hours making two copies of my picture book about what I believed bunnies did. My older sister became my first critic when she told me that my book was stupid and childish. I remember sobbing when a glass of water spilled on them and smudged the marker I had used to create them. My mom managed to salvage the books and they’re still in a box somewhere.

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.

Writing was undoubtedly my first (and arguably final) natural talent to develop. Growing up, I did not find immediate success with athletics. For an awkward, gay kid who would much rather host a ball than catch one, writing granted me a confidence boost proportional to the dignity I lost on the field. Even in the classroom, I struggled to make genuine friends, my companionships often burning bright and fizzling all too quickly. My relationship with writing, however, has always been far more comparable to a fit of sincere laughter--slow to begin, impossible to

Transitioning has always been a difficult for me. My freshmen year of high school experiences varied from disappointment, to complete chaos. Freshmen year of high school is tough, you worked yourself to the top to be placed in the bottom again. Not to mention middle school and high school are two different types of environments. I was aware that they were two different types of environments, so when my middle school offered a summer course at Carl Hayden High School I took the opportunity to help me adjust. The course was a reading comprehension class, I did not need help with my reading comprehension but took it to get a feel of how high school would be. Judging high school by one course was ignorant of me to do. From that short experience

The transition from middle school to high school was not an easy one and it was quickly apparent to me when I received my freshman year schedule. Even though middle school slightly

Having grown up in a household headed by a former English major father and a mother with her master’s degree in teaching, the English language always seemed like a breeze. From age two, my brothers and I were taught to read, write, and to speak properly. I reveled in the complexities of poetry, going so far as to compose my own thoughts onto the page. However, entering into high school would prove to be detrimental to the creative seed planted from youth. As the years went on, sensitivity to ridicule caused writer’s block like I had never experienced before; many poems left unfinished, short stories thrown aside, and communication hit an all-time low, all due to the fear of ostracization. As quickly as my poetic ideas were born, they were snuffed out, and left to wither away. This all culminated until I discovered a quaint little school program that would change my life for the good.

“Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope.” -Kofi Annan. Literacy in my family tree will never be brought back to scholars or philosophers infact Many in my family have not seeked and further education and many have not even finished high school.my love for literacy has been placed into my heart by my sister.As a child my sister has always handed me book after book each one with a smile on her face.

As a writer, I have improved tremendously. Over the course of the 2015 fall semester, English 015 has helped me grow as a writer in all ways possible. From hearing Dr. Duffy’s wise words regarding writing throughout class, to participating in peer review sessions, writing has become a skill that I have flourished in. As a child, I would constantly write stories and poems to express my feelings and emotions. Sadly enough, I can admit that as a lonely child, writing was my only companion and confidant. As an eight year old child, I found myself writing stories about the individuals in or around my life. After creating a satire about my mother’s workplace and the employee’s who worked there, I knew I had a gift regarding writing. I watched my

Have you ever had something in your life that has made you ask yourself, “What were you doing with your life before I came? Something that has unknowingly changed your life forever? That’s what writing has done to me. Writing has shaped me to become the person that I am today. I was not always as driven as I am today, but because of my errors in writing, I started to strive to be the best version of myself. I started writing my own stories when I was a freshman in High school; it was mid-February of 2010 and school was going to be over in a month. I was only twelve, and I had no background in writing novels whatsoever. All I knew was, I had tons and tons of ideas that I had to write on paper, and so I began writing. It was a sunny afternoon, you could hear the birds chirping, the wind whistling and the most prominent sound of all was the teacher’s voice echoing

The first time I realized I enjoyed writing was when I read the book Coach Carter by Jasmine Jones. I know it sounds a little strange that I found out I enjoyed writing through reading, but in my mind it all makes sense. Reading allows individuals to see into other peoples lives and envision what they are living. Although I enjoy writing it was not something I was naturally very good at. However, as of right now I plan on trying my hardest to take the rules I have learned over time to apply to my writing to help improve it, along with any corrective criticism I can get. Something I find comfort in though is the idea that everybody has to start somewhere, and no matter where you start there is room for improvement and no one is perfect.

To be honest, transiting to high school was more nerve wracking than the transition to middle school. I had no clue what was going to happen and was afraid of many things. Unlike middle school, I was forced to face the truth that I wasn’t going to

Reading and writing is a significant component of life; in fact, an enormous amount of people benefit from the ability to read and write. Books may either express a story or may enlighten a person on a certain subject; just as, writing gives people the ability to express their feelings or write a story for entertainment. Likewise, there are numberless ways reading and writing can either express feeling or generate hours of entertainment. Writing is a way I keep myself busy when I have something on my mind. In addition, reading and writing has impacted my life by helping to improve my speech, expanding my knowledge, allowing me read the letters I received from my grandparents and write them back and providing countless hours of entertainment.

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.

As a child, my interests were more focused on reading than writing. In elementary school I fell in love with books. Initially I read simple children’s books, much like everybody else in my class, but it did not take long for my passion to drive me to read more difficult writings. Fiction books quickly became a replacement for any childhood toys. Instead of blocks or stuffed animals I would ask my parents for books. Since they were aimed at young readers, they tended to be short. I found myself going through them within days, and then soon several hours. Towards the end of elementary school I was reading series like Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I was captivated, and reading truly opened up a whole new world for me.