My Passion For Creative Writing

Writing is not just marking letters, words, or symbols on a piece of work. My perspective states that writing is not just expressing yourself through words; in fact, it is mostly one’s expression; your emotions, thoughts, beliefs, etc. Correspondingly, according to myself, writing is extremely artistic and evocative way to reveal one self’s personality. Most important, I am in the creative writing class, because I desired to be in it, due to the fact that it is my passion, it is a way I can express myself thoroughly, and it makes me feel as if I am in a whole different world where I can reveal everything I desire.

I am aware that there are better and worse high schools out there than Fremont High School. And yet, reading Kozol's account of the terrible conditions that are endured by these students made me feel more aware of the severity of improper or inadequate education that poorly funded schools provide. All of these problems, alongside my awareness of my fortunate years of education, make me wonder, just as Mireya did, as to why, "...[students] who need it so much more get so much less?" (Kozol 648). Interestingly, I have little to comment on Kozol's actual writing style, even though he wrote this account of his. I was just so attached to the characters within that school that I wanted to be able to reach out somehow; Kozol definitely achieved something very touching here.

The high school on the reservation was so helpless that the books were as old as Junior’s parents! There were times when Junior’s breakfast was a gallon of orange flavor drink mix. The only Christmas gift he’d receive was a five dollar bill if he was even lucky. Living like this and to not give up like the rest made him a survivor. Junior’s sister had given up school, but once had a dream of writing romance novels. Along with Junior’s sister, Junior’s father and mother gave up way before she did. Everyone else on the reservation had given up since it was ultimately a death camp. Even the young teenagers had given up in school.

My initial passion for science is where my ambition began but immediately after beginning practical experience, I became inundated with intrigue for medicine. The prospect of a career that will push my learning capabilities to the limit while keeping up with the endless advances that often forefronts modern medicine in the news, fascinates me. From the respected staff to the thankful patients, the versatility and reward of medicine as a subject has become the reason that compels me to pursue this vocational course where the aim is primarily to help those in need.

I may not be the best writer there is out there but I do put all of me into each piece I develop. I believe in giving it your all at all times. If your giving it anything less why try at all. I'm huge on that theory and I believe it means a lot more than I believe it to be. I hope that each piece I submit this semester is nothing less than my best and I hope to take in all the criticism and use it to my advantage.

I would have to say that I am closer to a writer than I use to be, but I’m also not where I would like to be. I was always told that I was a natural writer until I got to high school. Everyone either caught up to my level, surpassed it, or I plateaued. Trying to improve myself, I took honors and AP English literature. Unfortunately, I had only felt worse about my writing when I got to AP. My teacher, Mrs. Tomaselli, never gave anyone A’s so I did not feel too bad about myself, but gave no positive feedback. I did however compare a piece of writing I was very proud of that I did in 11th with a recent piece, both about my Polychondritis. The two pieces made me see the evolution of my writing. As far as the class English 101 goes, I have

Being a writer is not something that comes easy, it is something that must be worked at. You get better at it over time by practicing and improving your writing skills through the help of tools or other people. I persobnally wanted to better my own writing askills, so I began identifying my problems and finding resources to help better those fields in which I need help. My most major problems as a writer include my style or wirting, transitioning, and forming complete paragraphs. I found many helpful tools on my journey to become a better writer and I believe that I have strengthened my understanding of essay writing as well.

Writing is a process that is difficult to start, yet impossible to end. To sit down with a notebook and formulate the first thought that is notable can take a minute, but often takes me hours. My mind is very focused yet the focus of my thoughts wonders. Thus, to say that I was born to be a writer might just be the farthest from the truth. Now there is one large contradiction in that statement. Once I begin the writing process I have a tendency to get caught up in it. While my writing process as well as my writing style tends to vary based on topic and circumstance, my methods remain the same. I know that a course with such heavy writing will bring upon its own set of challenges, I hope to keep realistic expectations while utilizing my strengths as a writer in order to reach my course goals.

The most difficult part about writing an essay is getting started. Writers block is definitely a writer’s biggest fear. Hours upon hours spent drawing blanks, chewing away at the top of the pencil searching for ideas is certainly common for even the best writers. Even the author of Please Don’t eat the Daisies Jean Keer admits that she feels most inspired when she reads labels.

Through this creative writing class, I gained a newfound respect for writing. Writing had allowed me and continues to allow me to see the world through a different perspective; with this thought in mind, I decided I would no longer allow creative writing to be placed on the backburner in my life. When the outside world goes to shambles, I know I can turn to writing to help me make sense of what is happening and to escape life’s troubles even if only

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.

Near the end of Elementary School, many teachers from Sacajawea came to Wilson to explain their classes and what would happen them, over the year. Sixth grade teachers did so as well, to give us an idea of what it would be like to be in Middle School. My friends, classmates and I knew more and more of what was waiting for us, lurking, in the future, due to the guidance teachers gave us, but that didn’t stop anyone from being scared about seventh grade. Middle School seemed a lot more complicated than what it actually was, and a lot more terrifying, too. Even when school finally was out for the summer, I was left worrying about the future, and the homework I had to complete over the summer for English wasn’t calming me whatsoever. The reading and writing I was assigned was new and puzzling, and I felt that maybe the classes I had registered myself into would be too much for me; but there was no turning back. What if I fail the classes I chose? I thought, fear swirling around in my stomach like the most gigantic whirlpool in the sea. Though I was fearful, I finished the work, and did as much revising as possible.

Expressing myself through writing has always exhilarated my mind. Throughout grade school, I was continuously composing poems and short stories, not only for class assignments, but for the pure joy of doing it. However, entering a college English course terrified me. Having graduated fourteen years prior, and only flexing my writing muscles for personal journal entries and job resumes, I felt intimidated. Yet, I understood that in order to succeed in college, and my future career, I would need to absorb the knowledge of techniques, structures, and critical thinking skills presented within this course.

When I enrolled in AP English Composition class my junior year, the first assignment was to write a narrative. I barely knew my teacher, so I was hesitant about writing anything personal. However, there were things going on in my life that I hadn’t faced, and through some positive encouragement I was able to deal with them through

I have been an avid reader since childhood and enjoy all genres of literature. My passion of reading has enhanced my writing by being exposed to different styles of writing, enhancing the imagination, and broadening vocabulary skills. Throughout my academic career I have always done well on the reading comprehension and essay portion of standardized test. As a relatively shy person I have continuously challenged myself to become more comfortable with speaking in front of group. I began college later in life and several of my professors assigned group or individual presentations to the entire class. Although, in the beginning I was nervous it became easier as I gained experience and confidence as a presenter. We always need to push ourselves