Personal Narrative: A Career As A Writer

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.

In the past few years, writing has become something I enjoy doing, both in academics and in my personal time. Mainly, I write poetry, which is something I would like to continue working on over the course of the semester. As a musician, I feel comfortable writing poems because of the similarities they often share with songs and songwriting. I am also interested in working on comedic pieces and short stories. Last semester, my COM 201 professor told me that she thought I should be on Saturday Night Live. This could have been her way of saying I am too disruptive in class or I should not be majoring in advertising; regardless, I took it as a compliment. Performing and making people laugh brings me great happiness. Unfortunately, I struggle with channeling my love for comedy into my writing. I have read memoirs of comedians such

I previously attended Texas A&M University and received a degree in Political Science. I found myself writing many papers for this field but mostly research papers. Although I have this experience in writing, they were mostly just regurgitating information in an organized way.

My relationship with writing has varied throughout my life. As a young child, I found that though the process of writing came easily once I started, I dreaded the preparation. However, whenever someone asked me if I enjoyed writing, my answer was always yes. I spent time in elementary school writing on my own; I found it to be a great creative outlet as well as a stress reliever. I know, you’re probably wondering how much stress could I have had at seven or eight years old. You’d be surprised. Anyway, that’s not the point of this letter.

What is a writer? A writer is a person who writes stories, books, poems ect. Throughout my early years of school when it came to writing I felt that it was never my strong suit. There are many difficulties people face when writing, some that I have faced was writers block and proper grammar. When an essay or writing assignment was giving it would take me hours to complete due to writer’s block. I had a hard time organizing thoughts and not being able to stay focused this made it difficult to write. That was one major reason but another was grammar, punctuation plays a huge role. When writing Not knowing where to place certain marks and commas also made writing difficult for me to write a proper essay. Writing for me had been a challenge but has gotten better with time.

I love to write. Writing for me comes naturally; as I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. My first strength, when it comes to writing, is that I have a mind full of things to unleash upon the world. However, that particular strength can become a weakness because it causes the bad habit of rambling away from a chosen topic. My second strength is that I love writing; love it so much that I have written and published a science fiction book. On the other hand, my greatest weakness is formatting my writing to adhere to academic standards. As a result, my work sometimes gets too personal and mimics my love of writing science fiction. As was previously stated,

My relationship with writing would be described as a complicated relationship. I have always had cruddy luck with obtaining the “superb” English teachers, and was typically stuck with the “inadequate” English teacher. This “inadequate” teacher was typically the one with little to no experience, but would grade harshly with the mindset of a Ph.D. English professor. So, my relationship with writing has steadily gone to disheartening lows. These English teachers typically prescribed writing assignments of critical analysis. While I believe critical analysis should be taught to students because of the benefits due to the fact that it can be applied to a variety of subjects that the student may be taking, I still believe that a few people lean towards writing creatively. I have always been a voracious reader, but it doesn’t seem to reflect in my writing because all the writing that I have been doing up to this point has been critical analysis of other literature. I like to read fiction and enjoy it without complicating it. This is also the reason I like to read historical and science fiction.

What was the most recent writing I have done in the last year or week? When asked this question, I responded to what I have written in the last week. In the last week I have filled out numerous applications, both for jobs and scholarships. I have also kept up with filling in a wall calendar to keep track of not only my school schedule and assignment dates but also my work schedule for both jobs. In addition to hand writing I have also sent out numerous text messages. For me writing has opened up a new way for me to organize my life and figure out my priorities. Writing has also helped me discover who I am and a new way for me to express myself through a personal journal about my major milestones in life.

My experience as a writer although I need a lot more practice to become better at writing in general and learn how to be detailed with my information correctly. I would say my strength in writing will be knowing the subject on what I would want to write, but once I'm typing all of it down I over think and then does not make sense at all. For example, I get a topic talking about dogs and have to describe how they live, eat, etc. Like that topic is easier than doing one about a scientific method and at the end it helps because you learn a new topic about a subject you might have not known about. Overall, my strength would be knowing what to write about but my weakness is not knowing how to put it in a essay. What I have read affects how I write

Going into this event I wanted to learn about possible job opportunities or internships that health care facilities provided. I prepared by looking over my resume and picking the most important points that future employers would be interested in knowing. I planes on going to each booth that offered health care, introducing my self, and asking what their company was about. I also went online to see what the facilities would be interested in hearing. Once I enter the Career Event I looked in the paper they handed out to see which booths were related to my majors. Based on this I mapped out which I would talk to first, based on which ever was located closes to where I was. I visited the American Red Cross, Easter Seals Rehabilitation Center, Deaconess,

Gerald had leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table as he’d finished his appraisal, and kept his gaze locked on the actress, keen to see if his words, deliberately constructed to appeal to her ego and self awareness had any effect. His lips curled up slightly at the corners, in what could be taken either as a smile, or an expression of curiosity, and he nodded as she shifted on the sofa, and began to speak, his own gaze never leaving her face, and attemptiedto gauge as much as he could from her expression as the words she spoke.

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.

As a writer, I realized coming into college that my writing was not necessarily bad by any means, but instead extremely uninteresting. After leaving the public

Before my senior year in high school I dreaded the thought of writing a paper, writing came as an immense struggle for me. I never had any confidence in what I wrote; I couldn’t help feeling that my writing was very subpar when compared to that of my classmates. It always seemed that the reason for my passing grades on papers was due to my teachers trying to rush through grading, rather than my ability as a writer. I felt like this was a reoccurring theme ever since I had entered middle school, because of this I felt my confidence as a writer slip from me slowly but surely. This continued until I met Mrs. Blevens, the instructor for my senior year writing class. I felt like she was the first teacher that I had that cared about her students writing. No person comes close to what she did for me my writing like she does. Mrs. Blevens knew how to push her students out of their comfort zone, probably the most important thing you can do for a young writer. In order to grow as a writer you need to be pushed at times in order to gain, even if it makes you uncomfortable and that’s exactly what Mrs. Blevens did for me.

Sunday. I live right next to the old town Pasadena, so I guess it is better for me just walk to the old town, and to do my writing class assignment. I grabbed my white shirt, black cap and most importantly, my notebook. I started walking from my apartment.