Personal Narrative: How To Write In Currsive Writing

Distant, cold, and non-existent describes my relationship with writing. My relationship with writing has never been a close relationship. Writing has always been difficult for me. I have never hated writing, but it has been a constant challenge for me. I will be discussing my fears of writing, the value of being able to express your ideas through writing, and what excites me about writing more and more.

My writing experiences have been minimal. So far I have only learned the basics of writing, like forming sentences and forming sentences to put into paragraphs. I can tell that my writing has improved throughout the years. I hope to improve in writing essays, paragraphs, stories, and speeches so that I have no errors with editing and creating the final product. I predict that I will be a well rounded writer when I graduate from Newman University.

Ever since I was young, I knew something was different about me. I’ve always had an active imagination and would write all kinds of stories, sometimes through pictures and sometimes through words. Not until I was in first grade did I notice my writing was different than my friends. It didn’t bother me though because I was too young to realize something was wrong; I was just different. One weekend, after playing restaurant with my mom and brother, my mom contacted my teacher to talk about some concerns she had with my reading and writing. She was told that I seemed to be progressing on an age-appropriate level with my peers and that nothing appeared to be wrong. But my mom persisted, and insisted that I be tested for a reading disability. My dad is dyslexic and my mom, knowing it can be passed down, was watching for the signs in my older brother first and now me. After testing, one of SV’s school psychologists announced that my results showed I had a learning disability. I then went to my pedestrian to talk about it and then to a special learning center in Sewickley for further

My writing has changed a lot throughout the year. Some of my first pieces included lots of redundancies, “th” words, and things that could be changed. In addition, the sentences were not as long as they could have been. These things were brought to my attention by reviewing my writing and using the writing goal sheet. Over the semester, I have learned these little mistakes separate lower level writing from higher level writing. Reviewing my old writing and writing instruction has recently been on my mind while I write essays. They help me to write to the best of my ability. The first sentence of my essay at the beginning of the year is, “I am thirteen years old and I am interested in building and designing things.” This sentence has redundancy

When I was in second grade, my teacher ignored me and didn't let me join reading groups. Literally I asked to join reading groups and she said “no”. She didn't teach me or help me learn to read. She ignored me and focused on all the other kids. When all the kids were reading, she had me color or gave me a baby book. Why? Because I have epilepsy and she labeled me as "stupid" and "dumb". It was almost like she was afraid of me. She told my parents that I belonged in special education classes. According to her my “bright” future would include working in a fast food joint or retail store. My teacher thought I wouldn't grow up to be anything special. I always told her my dreams of being a teacher or doctor. But, she told me some people are just not

My writing process and style have improved after taking English Composition I. I have improved my sentence mechanic and structure. After I took English Composition I, I learned about compound sentences, and I also learned about complex sentences; moreover, I learned how to form a compound-complex sentence. However, my punctuation and grammar, especially using commas, while improved, still needs improvement.

In this semester my achievement of improving my writing skills has increased significantly. My sentence lengths vary in a positive manner along with my word choice improving, becoming more complex and of writing expectation. My main struggle this semester would be the peer editing. Although I have improved significantly I still find it difficult to edit others papers. Further more than the common spelling and grammatical errors. I believe my essays have improved drastically from the beginning of the semester towards the end.

My family consist of my parents, my twin brothers Joshua and Jesus, my sister Marilyn and myself. Growing up my parents were very strict. Our typical day was to go to school and come straight home after school. We were not allowed to participate in any outside school activities because we did not live in a safe neighborhood. As a result my siblings and I grew up really close to each other since we usually only interacted among our self’s. In our family my dad is the head of our house hold and he was predominantly responsible for all the decision makings in our home. My dad ran his house hold in a very traditional Mexican manner. No one ever questions his rules as a result there was very little communication in our family. This eventually led

Early in primary school my teachers began documenting my difficulty with tasks involving handwriting. Rather than suggest remedial help, I received twelve years of notes describing how I “needed to try harder” to write legibly. I received excellent grades on long-form typed assignments, but I never learned important study skills, such as note-taking, because the act of hand writing was physically painful. This was an enormous disadvantage in college at UC Davis. It hindered my ability to make good grades in many lecture-based courses and prevented me from diving further into the sciences.

My parents gave me the choice of finishing the rest of the school year at John Jacob’s or switching to the new school. I chose to switch and stared at Desert Sun Elementary School. For the rest of the school year nothing happened. In second grade, they started noticing that because of my ADD I may have developed a reading disability as well. They put me in a special class just for reading and writing that I would go to while my regular class was doing there reading and writing.

A Personal narrative is somewhat of a personal essay written about something tragic or informative that the writer has experience and trying to encourage the reader to learn from his/her past. Writing an essay come with its own sets of challenges such as producing ideas that can be both solid and entertaining. For me, a personal narrative is an essay that involves me expressing my ideology, creativity, and hidden emotions. There are many things that I take into perspective when writing an appealing personal narrative essay. The key points in writing the essay is the convey information by providing important details that spark interest and enthusiasm to the reader.

In the beginning I started out going to a private school in a small town in Texas. This private school had a major impact on my learning because of how intimate the student and teacher time was. If I needed extra help with an assignment they had time to buckle down to the root of the problem. The teacher I am referring to specifically is Ms. Berry. I struggled with writing my letter “f” for the longest. I was excellent with the capitalized “F” just not the lower case “f”. I remember I told her that I would never get it. I thought the world was going to end before I knew it if I hadn’t learn how to write the letter “f”. Ms. Berry looked at me astonished and said “We will not leave this room until you can write this letter with confidence.” I really thought she was crazy; I mean I did want to go home when school was over. As time went on I

Starting in about the third grade, I was placed in a special education class to enhance my reading comprehension and writing skills. I was embarrassed and ashamed thinking this made me less of a person. It was almost a sin for me to tell any of my friends I was in this extra help class. Even though I was in “normal” English class at the beginning, I would have to leave when we took spelling tests, reading tests, or read to a book. I felt incompetent. As the years past, my fellow classmates discovered the reason why I would always leave class to take tests or to read books. It was at this point where I would be ridiculed for not being at the same comprehension level as my fellow classmates. Elementary school was difficult for me because I never felt worthy enough to have friends. Even though I was constantly put down, I was determined to prove to them I was and

Mrs. Smith endeavored to teach my class how to write in cursive. Students were expected to master this skill as part of the curriculum back then. My writing has never been considered neat by anyone’s standard, not mine, not my parents, and it absolutely did not measure up to her standard. My penmanship was atrocious, and it was Mrs. Smith’s inclination that it was due to the way I held my pencil. I believe that if a pencil is writing it is being held correctly, I had no idea there was a right way and a wrong way to hold a pencil. That was the most incorrect thought I had ever had in my entire eight years on this planet and Mrs. Smith was the one to beat it into me, quite literally. She was a bully, she chose her

I was sitting in class one day and we were figuring out how to spell and spell our names, which appeared to be pretty straightforward right? We were told to write our names 5 times and then raise our hand when we were finished. I finished so quickly and thought to myself “wow that was simple.” I was the first one finished and I was sure that I did not need any help because I seemed to have it all figured out on my own. The teacher comes to check on my paper and proceeds to let me know that I have spelled my name wrong. She had advised that I attempt again in a different way. It was pushed aside as a typical error and it never really addressed me with any significance. I proceeded like this until about first grade. The majority of my work got returned to me, corrected for me, all without help or any clarification by any means. Thinking back now, I’m not sure that my instructors were aware of how to deal with these types of problems.