My Personal Writing : My First Memories Of Writing

After many years of being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up and after many of my responses, all of which were different whether it was a doctor or a teacher maybe even a firefighter; I finally know what's right for me. Growing up it was easy for me to just say I wanted to be a scientist or a police officer, but high school was when reality struck my mind and I realized I didn't want to be any of the things I said when I was like ten. I wasn't exactly interested in any of those subjects, although I was doing good in most of my classes I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be and I didn’t think about it either. I enjoyed writing for all my classes, even if it was just plotting notes down on a piece of paper or I’d rejoiced in writing essays about

My mind can never be quieted. I am constantly thinking of moments or ideas or fantasies. What is all this dreaming worth if I cannot share it with the world? That is why I have gone on a quest to find an outlet for my thoughts. It has not been a process that has been traversed with ease, but through this journey, I have found many pastimes that have helped form my thoughts and beliefs.

I would describe the writing process I experienced through my learning years as very limited and poor in skills. I can definitely say that my writing techniques and methods are simple and basic. Since English is not my primary language I feel really pressured by this subject and I'm expecting too much from myself. I remember when I was in 8th grade at the beginning stage of learning a new language, my English teacher focused mainly on teaching her students how to spell the words correctly, show the proper grammar, and form the correct structural sentence organization. The difficulty I am experiencing in writing any essay is the language barrier and not

When it comes to writing I have a mental breakdown, I get nervous, overthink, and emotionally stressed. These three words describe me as a writer. In high school I would have a difficult time starting papers, often times my weaknesses was grammar and sentences fragments. How I feel about writing is how I feel when a love one dies. It's like as if I'm at a funeral and my paper is the one being funeralized. I think the reason why I am how I am about writing is because my college English teacher in high school was so harsh on my papers, and ever since then I've been traumatize to write papers.

Writing never really was my strong suit. I enjoyed doing math and science but when it came to writing, I wasn’t a fan of it. I would finish papers just to turn them in and get a grade. Once I got the grade back, I would just stash the paper away and not look at it anymore because I didn’t feel confident in them. There was only a few that made me feel amazing when I finished them.

Ever since I was a child, I have always had the inclination to pick up a crayon rather than a pencil. From learning how to write my ABC’s to dreading over typing eight page papers, learning how to progressively read and write has manifested into a rollercoaster within my life, emotionally, that is. But don’t get me wrong, writing has slowly inched its way into my being and will continue to stay for my journey through academia. I honestly feel that there’s some sort of creature within my mind that prevents me from deriving happiness from english-related material. Though in the midst of all the chaos, I have developed an alternate outlet to express myself. An outlet where I wouldn’t have to think about forming sentences or using words that I don’t know but use anyway. An outlet in which I find solace and truly shows who I am as a person. The outlet of art.

I express myself through writing. My entire life I’ve had a big imagination that made it hard to express myself vocally; my thoughts scatter around in my mind and can usually only be properly brought to life on paper. Of course, I'm comfortable speaking to people and in front of people- but without the power of revision and addition, it’s hard to say what I feel needs to be said. I enjoy writing because I can let everything out on a piece of paper or a computer screen and it doesn’t need to make sense until I want it to make sense. My favorite genres to write are also my favorite to read, fiction and fantasy. With these genres' I can create my own world where everything is what I need it to be, I can create my own characters and give them unique

I was born on Jakarta. I live in villa tangerang regency 1. The first time I was able to read is when I was In kindergarten. Actualy, my mom also told me, how to read an alphabet and read the number, but I can read well on kindergarten. I can read what is written on the book. I also can read any sign , I was be able to read is because my teacher told e that every letter of an alphabet can be a thing. Like A for apple and B for ball. Then I learn how to spell like A P P L E for apple. Learn an alphabet is fun thing that I can learn. I also learn from the alphabet song.

As a writer, I would say that I’m a very personalized writer. I like to put a lot of my emotions, experiences, and opinions into what I write. I do my best to find something to appreciate in everything I read. For starters, I will begin with my strengths. Whenever, I write, I plan what I’m going to write before jotting words down. This method is very effective when writing essays. With writing, I’m very detailed and I get straight to the point. I want to get my readers and audience absorbed quickly. Also, I have plenty of weakness. Manytimes, I wrongly assume that the reader is able to understand my thoughts, while the various points of my argument are actually not expressed clearly. Another point which I need improvements is my English. There

Since earlier today, I’ve had a strong desire to respond to the written “memory” below. So, here goes…

My first memory of a writing I was proud of was in the fourth grade with my teacher Mrs. McCoy. It was a short story on a personal experience in my life and I talked very passionately about a time where my dog ran away when I went on a trip at Pismo Beach in California. After that not many classes developed me quite like my classes in high school did. My first exposure to an English that engaged me was in freshman year of high school, and every class after that developed me as a writer even further.

One of the most definite answers about my future goals, when I was young, was “I want to be a doctor.” I commonly caught myself fantasizing about treating patients and using the magnificent machines I see in movies to treat people. My ideas were not motivated by my experience. My ideas were based on movies and other nice stories that I had heard to construct my ideas about my ideal job and education potential. Currently, I wish it was as easy as I once thought. As I have matured and gotten older, I have realized that to accomplish any career; one has to work very hard and be passionate about it. I have also learned that my accomplishment of my educational goals is not solemnly based on my abilities, but also the input of the teachers. Through experience, I have learned that for one to achieve, they should not only be motivated to excel, but also be led by talented and motivated teachers.

In order to be considered successful many people believe that one must have a successful career. A successful career can range from teaching jobs, manual labor jobs, business jobs and many more. Like many, ever since I can remember the question of what I wanted to be when I grew up has been asked over and over again. What I have wanted to be has changed multiple times throughout the years. I’m sure at some point I wanted to be a Disney princess like most little girls, and at another point I wanted to be the president of the United States. As the years went on I became more serious, and my career choices did as well. Being an engineer was at the top of my list until I decided I really didn’t like math that much. Being a teacher was also at the top of my list until recently, when Olivet dropped the teaching program. So I had to sit down and ask myself this: What do I want to spend the rest of my life doing?

Every piece of writing starts from an idea of another piece of writing that has already been written. Writers from the past, present, and even future can all thank one another for their great ideas and inspiration to write. Each piece of writing is either history or history in the making. History last forever, and the reason that people have knowledge about the past is because of writes documentation. Without old writings, one would not have valuable information about how people lived hundreds of years ago, how people acted, as well as how America was run as a country. Therefore, writings from 400 years ago, to even 2016 have not only informed one about history, but also shaped the way Americans live their lives to this day.

“Liam! Get in here right now,” My Father shouted. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was drunk and once again mad at me for no reason at all. I slowly walked into the living room with my head down, trying not to catch eye to eye with him. He then said with his voice thundering, “What in the world is this”, he was pointing at the television which was on ESPN. I felt like saying a television but I knew that would make the tension between me and him even worse.