My Personal Writing : The Importance Of Writing

Like most people, I have been writing since my early childhood. My earliest memory of writing goes as far back as kindergarten, where my teacher gave me the task of creating a short sentence describing a picture. When I was growing up, I hardly used writing outside of school. Writing a letter to Santa Claus every Christmas is the extent of my writing for fun as a child. Although, given the number of essays I have had to write throughout my school years along with the fact that my mother is a bibliophile and has always encouraged me to read and write as much as I can, I have undoubtedly developed a close relationship with writing. Despite being forced to write nearly my entire life, I do not dislike writing; rather, I do not especially care

I’m not a notable writer, nor have I really wanted to join the writing industry. However, I have been interested in other people’s writing. From their deep meanings, content, and different formats/styles. It’s a wondrous creation made from within our imagination and experiences. It has inspired me to write too. I’ve been writing most of my life that it has become a necessity. And now from my past experiences with writing, I try my best to improve my skills as a writer for the future.

Writing is a skill that is used on a daily basis in different mediums: emails, texts, academic papers, and social media platforms. While some mediums are more formal than others, writing in a proper way is still critical. For some, writing is second nature while others face difficulties constructing the perfect message. Growing up, the concept of writing was much more enjoyable than physically putting pen to paper. I found value in the idea of being able to express myself through my writing, yet when it came to academic papers, I froze. This was due to the fact that my writing was being judged, and that elicited fear which, in turn, made me second guess my writing abilities. While attending community college, I was required to take an

Writing has always been a passion of mine. As athleticism has never been my forte in a county who’s only focused seemed to be on sports, my mind would often wander to distant lands of the famous pop stars from my childhood, fairy tale creatures, and even Pokémon; even today, I often discover my mind drifting towards foreign, imaginary lands. I write to keep my mind busy.

The hobby I am most proud of right now is writing. I am excited about writing because I can put my ideas down onto paper, and share them in many ways. My love for musicals has compelled me to write musicals myself. Being able to read and write music from playing the clarinet, has helped me compose the songs. The first musical I have written is titled ‘Toaster’. Toaster is about a person who in trying to fix their old toaster, ends up getting the newest toaster, then realizing he has made a big mistake. I am also working on another play called ‘Holiday’ which is about the ups and downs of each holidays throughout the year.

Writing, it seems, is an essential part of life in our culture. It is prevalent throughout every stage of our lives. First appearing when we learn the skill in primary school, the responsibilities attached to some form of writing will not cease to continue through our high school years, our college years, and inevitably into our lives as working full functioning adults. Writing essays, research papers, emails, reports and reviews, writing even persists for most past retirement, only to ever end at the grave, and the final signing of ones will. While writing is nearly guaranteed to be an essential part in all of our lives, this does not mean that all writing performed by everyone is the same. Ones choice of profession has a major impact on the content of their future writing, both in the field and while earning the necessary degrees for entry into those fields.

Writing had always been one of my weaknesses, but when I took English 126 my goal was to develop my writing. During the semester I learned many things which had improved my writing. Throughout the semester, I had to write three papers which needed me to use different skills. Through writing the different types of paper and other activities I was able to acquire those skills. I learned to explain quotes, use correct MLA format, find and use proper sources, and present my writing more smoothly. Even though it still needs improvements, but I was undoubtedly able to learn the basics of all these skills for my writing.

When usually I’d be writing dozens of pages worth of research papers and document outlines, I wrote short-stories and novels that relaxed me as much as they gave me intrigue. Gradually writing became very therapeutic for me, succeeding in disarming my anxiety in ways I never thought possible. Never before had I been exposed to such limitless possibilities, and I grew to appreciate how writing let me dictate conditions which in the real world I had little to no control over. What’s more, I strongly feel that my writing is a great extension of myself, and the perfect representation of who I am as a person. Although it never ceases to amaze me, as I once thought it impossible, my writing has often succeeded in perfectly capturing every one of my individual qualities, everything ranging from my ADHD to my dark humor. At first, my writing was born purely out of necessity, as I strived to reach higher grades on my writing assignments and essays. And yet, even for this, writing was a source of joy and relief for me, a much needed escape for my opinions and

Writing has always been a crucial part of my life. Despite any issues I faced, from my penmanship to my versatility as a writer, I wasn’t going to let these dilemmas prevent me from accomplishing my goals. Prosperity never came easy and at times it did seem futile to continue trying, but defeat wasn’t an option. Reflecting on the obstacles I conquered, it’s because of the arduous process I endured that allowed me to evolve into the writer I am today.

From the beginning of the year, my writing has changed significantly. In the beginning, it reflected like it hadn't changed from the eighth-grade year, sitting in a regular English class where nobody put thought into their work unlike a select few who tried to do their best work each time they had a chance to write. The concept of writing is that anybody can have a voice without having to project himself. I find my writing to sound more streaming, like a continuous thought that keeps continuing on and on. But when I become the subject of my writing and need to share it, I choke, choke on the insecurity. That insecurity can show in my writing, trying to sound the best I can trying to impress the one person who determines my grade. Insecurity can change one's writing, for better or for worse, but that shouldn't control oneself. Now after this semester in the honors level course, I have learned more about writing and different aspects of it to make my writing better. My capabilities in English have changed in how I read, and how I write because my essays and classwork have become more sophisticated and knowledgeable.

Writing assignments always perturbed me because in more advanced english classes, the grade was not given by completion of the project, but on how well you completed it. I like subjects like math where you are either right or wrong. With english, it is either good or unsatisfactory which makes it difficult because I feel that certain teachers would be more likely to give a better grade when a specific style of writing is used. I think of myself as a decent writer, but I would always be discouraged when a writing assignment didn’t get the grade that I thought it deserved. In the four semesters of AP and honors english classes I took, their grades always would stand out as one of the few Bs. I was rarely able to get better than a B on a paper in advanced English which frustrated me. I would always focus on completing a decent paper and not creating a fluid and well written essay.

I read because it allowed me to become someone else and learn about the world through their eyes. I wrote because I wanted to create a place to escape to. The power of reading and writing, I believed, could significantly change a person outlook on life. So, I read to become someone else and learn how life is. I read to explore the world. I wrote to create new places to escape to. I wrote to implement scenarios that I wished existed. I read and write to be free.

بفرجيك دواك عندي (I will show you your medicine is with me.), روح بلط البحر (Go put tiles in the ocean), these are just a few phrases in Arabic that only our people would understand. The first phrase means “I will show you” either relating to a punishment or an attitude. The second phrase means “get out of my face” or “in your dreams!” Arabic is my first language and is the closest thing to my own idiolect, a specific dialect to me. Idiolect’s literal translation is personal language. It does not necessarily mean everyone’s’ idiolect is a language, but that was the source of the beginning of my idiolect. Everyone has their own unique type of idiolect, but my idiolect came in at an early age from various environments. So far in my life, the idiolect, or my type of language I use comes from my family and the culture we have, friends that I have grown close to, and social media and how it evolved to become one of the most important things in my life.

English has always been one of the classes I have struggled with. I used to get low 80’s after writing what I thought was a good essay. I would struggle to get B’s in middle school because of it. Then I got into highschool and had you for a teacher. I started to get 85’s and 89’s and occasionally a low 90 on essays. During my freshmen year my writing improved greatly; however, this trimester has been even more beneficial than my first class with you as a teacher. This trimester has shown me various amounts of ways to write an essay. Whether it's expository, persuasive, or narrative. I learned the differences between them and achieved the ability to write an essay with them all.

I can't believe this is only my 3rd post. I have truly done an awful job at updating this. I meant to write these posts bi-weekly, but instead I've failed to get them done on even a monthly basis. Oh well. If not updating my blog is my biggest regret sense being here, I can live with that. Indeed, I think it is my biggest regret. Perhaps I could've seen more, perhaps I could've spent more afternoons in Regents Park, but I might've done a thousand things more and still have felt as satisfied as I do right now. I've seen art works by Matisse, Picasso, and Monet, I've climbed Arthur's Seat and seen the lights Edinburgh in the dead of night, I've seen a football match (of both varieties!) at Wembley, I've had an English breakfast (avoid the