Personal Narrative: A Career As A Writer

My experiences as a writer have been both very engrossing and strenuous. I have learned a great quantity on both reading and writing, though, I continue to struggle on things that I have learned by this time, making the same mistakes that I do not even realize. Sometimes things are not so easy to understand when reading information, especially if the wording of an article is difficult for example. I love the idea of learning new things everyday. These past years as a writer have been very interesting, and I have learned and grasped many concepts I have been taught along the way.

I improved as a writer this semester because I became better at composing sentences. I improved not only my grammar but also the content of the sentences and how I articulate my ideas. This portfolio represents an accurate picture of me as a writer, because it shows how I write in an academic setting and the subjects I love. This is apparent in the choices that I made in my selection of writings. However, it could better represent my progress if I had included my scores and comments from all of my assignments. Though, I do believe that this portfolio showcases my progress this semester.

It was two months ago when I discussed how big of a change it was for me to enter into a college writing class. Throughout my first semester attending writing 105, I’ve learned to “rise about my limits”. Reading and writing was a tool I always tend to struggle with yet I continued to focus on exceeding pass my goal. Each essay I wrote became better allowing me to not only learn more but grow as a writer. I started off being able to just write two page essays and now I’ve adapted to being able to write 7 pages without losing track. Over the semester my writing has improved due to dedication, having a purpose and analyzing my mistakes.

I believe that I have improved as a writer by taking this class. When I first started sixteen weeks ago I could barely put a paragraph together that made any sense at all. Now I have more confidence in what I have learned. To use these tools, make a paragraph that makes more sense. I now am able to write a simple essay with little to no problem at all with some and body of a research paper. You as my teacher have given me advice on how, to look at my essay and tear it apart and help me to rebuild it and see how I can improve it, and make it better. I learned to accept corrective criticism and use it for the better. I understand my classmates are trying to bring across in their argument. This in this classroom is what makes a person a better

I grew up in Panama City, a beautiful country located in Central America, like many other kids I learned how to read and write in home, and in the school at a very young age. However, I learned how to read and write in Spanish which is my native language. Books have been part of my life since I was a kid, I remember reading story books, comics, and classic stories with my parents almost every night after school. Both, my mother and my father would prefer reading a book than watching television, nonetheless, reading was a common thing to do in my home. Even though, I love reading, I have never been a good writer; writing have been the thing which I have struggled the most in Spanish and in English. I first started

Writing is a key in everyday life, whether it is going unrecognized or not communication is largely dependent on writing rater then face to face relations. Growing up writing an essay or a story wasn’t always as important as sending that one text out to a friend. Many times instead of working on an assignment people tend to text, and write on social media instead. Although by doing this in the end, you are still writing, although for some it doesn’t count as that text maybe something they are passionate about unlike their assignment. The concept of writing then goes unacknowledged and isn’t looked at as a fun activity for many. This tends to happen after submitting assignments and not receiving the grade you may

I immediately went to my professor’s office hours to get advice on how I could perform better on my next paper, she told me to be more concise and I should use the resource “writer’s help”. Being the Stubborn teenager I am, I only focused on being more concise, but completely ignored reviewing writers help, hence my next grade was a seventy-nine percent. Though I was disappointed with the grade I received, I could only be disappointed with myself because I did not take the advice my teacher recommend to me. Determined to do better on my last paper, I finally read over “writers help”. I must admit, using Writers help was one of the smartest decisions I have ever made. The program taught me how to properly form a thesis, how to be concise and

My earliest experience with reading and writing were traumatizing especially when I was in the first grade. I still recall the experience I went through to this day. It made me really hate myself because the other kids were making fun of me.

As a human being, we, all, strive daily to better ourselves, gain confidence, and become more competent. However, sometimes, we need help. So, where does that help come from? We can receive help from parents, teachers, siblings, peers, pastors, neighbors, or complete strangers, but what if there isn’t anyone available? We have access, to a world of knowledge, at our fingertips. Resources are everywhere, if we just open our eyes so that we can see, and our minds so that we can comprehend.

"Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a baby, and that was too long ago to remember. I took a seat on the administering table; the nurse could see my body was shaking with fear. She tried to distract me from the enormous needle that was heading my way. "You're having a jag for yellow fever, where are you going?"

My interest in reading and writing has been shifting over the years. I remember when I was a child, my little brother Ron and I stayed overnight with Grandma many times which located two hours away from where we live. All along the way, as my dad drove us to Grandma’s house, Ron and I bounced up and down on the back seat of the car and sang “Let’s go to Grandma’s house! Let’s go to Grandma’s house!”. My grandma had a very interesting personality. She had an old book from which she picked the stories, and every time she was home she could take us both to bed and narrate to us fascinating stories until we fell asleep. I could find myself creating imaginary scenes of the stories she told

Over the course of the semester I was faced with a variety of challenges. On the surface, writing a play and directing that original work is a lot harder than I gave it credit for, initially. On a deeper level, senior project allowed me to overcome some personal obstacles regarding my social side. I thought by putting myself out there as a director and playwright that I would allow myself to do something that scared me; asking people for help and for things I need.

Welcome to my first shared story, if you enjoy comment, if not comment. I just want to become a better writer, and since sci-fi isn't usually my cup of tea i was planning on writing another story but a high fantasy either in a full on spell arrangement or enhancement like magic type thing.

My writing portfolio includes my best work that was completed within The Beginners Creative Writing class. I must say that this class was completely different from what I thought it was going to be like. I assumed that it would be like any other "English" class. I was very wrong. I really enjoyed this creative writing class. I have learned a lot about the many different writing styles. This class also helped me to dig deep and write from the depths within instead of just surface writing. Even though poetry is my favorite form of writing; I must be honest and say it was the most challenging for me. I love to write poetry, but I was not very familiar with the literary terms, different structures, styles/forms of poetry. I have always stayed within

Imagine: a chubby six year old with dark brown hair and green eyes sits at a table writing in a notebook, her dark brows furrowed in concentration. A second grader with long, honey blonde locks walks up to the little girl and asks her what’s wrong. The six year old tells the girl she’s trying to write about “the real world” but is having trouble.