Personal Narrative: I Hate Writing Test

With the given introduction assignment, it has brought to my attention my love hate relationship with writing. I find that in the past, writing has made me feel vulnerable in a way that not much else has. The idea that anyone could read the words I had carefully placed for a grade or judgment quite honestly scares me. Granted it depends on the circumstance surrounding the said writing, for example, in my junior year AP Language class every friday we were given 20 minutes out of class to write or draw anything we desired. This free writing period would soon become the highlight of my week. I had developed a system to get my thoughts onto paper without anyone being able to stumble upon them by accident or by a snooping younger sibling. My method

This is the 25 minute writing challenge, where I’m not allowed to use the backspace button on my keyboard or edit what I’m typing. There are probably going to be many typos in this small paper, but that’s apart of the challenge as I can't edit anything. I honestly have no clue what to write about, but atleast I’m 3 minutes in right now.

One of my strong points in writing is coming up with ideas and knowing how to get started on a paper. I guess you can say I am a free writer. Whatever in my head ends up on paper and I could write about a lot of things that matters to me or upsets me and feel passion when writing it down, but there also a weakness that I can’t overcome because my inner critic come along with it. Which makes me completely change and overshadow my own writing. I have a problem with revising and not being able to see the flaws in my writing, but that’s not it. I overpower one topic with another one in other words I would mash up two topics that is the exact opposite of each other which contradict my whole paper. The other problem is shorting up a sentence as well

In high school I challenged my writing skills by taking advanced placement language and literature. Both courses assigned essays that required scholarly text to support my points and ideas stated throughout the paper. My biggest takeaway from these classes was that having textual evidence from reliable sources will help strengthen my writing, also known as ethos to persuade the audience. During my junior year I grasped the concept of ethos, pathos, and logos, how each could be used to shape writing concepts or perspectives. Personally it takes me a little bit of time to adjust from different writing contexts that need to be addressed, but I always thoroughly analyze instructions to reach success. I improve as a student when I practice analyzing

I am glad I got to read what Prose wrote about learning to write by reading. This explains why I am not a good writer, because I have never been a good reader either. I grew up in a culture where reading was very rare, plus finding a book to read was hard. I do agree with her that reading enhances writing. Most of the time when I write I tend to follow the tone or the structure of what I read before. I also agree with her that sometimes a good writer puts you to shame. I have read peer papers in class before and sometimes I was blown away by the good work I was reading.

I have two major obstacles that I have overcome in my last three years of school. My first major obstacle is being able to graduate early, I’ll be the first student at Sheyenne to graduate in three years instead of four. It took a lot of hard work and focus, but with the help that I got from my teachers, I was able to do what I needed. I did two summers of summer school, and worked really hard on completing my all my history online. My second obstacle is getting my CNA licenses. It took a very long time, because I have a lot of testing anxiety. The two years I took getting my license was worth it all in the end, because I got to learn and practice new information. During the process I did give up on myself because I couldn’t pass the test,

Ever since I can remember I have always struggled with writing. I believe that Spanish

Sitting here i think about how absolutely terrible my writing skills are and I ponder on what I could possibly write about.10 things about one topic seems kind of difficult to think of when you have to have interest in the topic yourself. Last night I sat in my bed thinking of the easiest thing for me to write about and that is my stress. It’s something I can really talk about and actually put thought into. The ten things that stress me out most would have to be the following; feeling alone, getting the short end of the stick in most situations, my mom going to rehab, working for everything I have, emotionally and physically, how my sister gets treated by her boyfriend, my dad's feelings, my house being put up for sale, where my mom is going to end up after the house gets sold, my brother Steven passing away, and the constant drinking when I see my mom.

Improvement is a strong word. I do believe this class has better prepared me for Comp 1. Some things I still need to improve upon, like, grammar, and phrasing of my word choice. Writing for me, is an escape, to write as I please. Going on long trips, vampires, and love stories are my favorite to write. My great imagination, is my strength as a writer. Being able to put into words, thoughts, that flow from my fingertips, is an amazing feeling. This class has thought me how to brainstorm ideas, before I begin to write, and that has helped a great deal, in my essay writing. Of course every writer has writers block, and I am no stranger to it. Everything Mrs.Tomas has thought us, has greatly improved my writing ability.

“You will only need a pencil for this section of the test. When time is up, please close your test booklet and put your pencil down.” I feared these words. I feared any phrases that consisted of the word “test.” This is the phrase that is used to doom high school students with anxiety early in the morning. This is the phrase that is used to doom high school students with tears and misery. As my testing instructor spoke, my hands became sweaty, my face was dripping with sweat, my stomach was tied in a knot, my body was shivering, and my eyes were weary. I knew what time it was, and I dreaded it ever since. It was time to attempt to accomplish a perfect score on something impossible, rare, and unbearable - the ACT.

I have always been passionate about writing. From a young age, I would wake up on Saturdays and run straight to the computer to pour all of my thoughts into whatever story I would imagine that week. It brought me great delight and pleasure to express my thoughts in a way over which I had free reign, creating beings and worlds without limit or restraint of reality. I see writing as my best and most natural form of communication.

Maybe you are a writer who is scared to let others know what you write about, like I was. Maybe you think they will judge you, and they may. If you are like me then you know what it feels like to get a sudden urge to write where you have to pour out your heart and soul. I'm talking about those urges that just don't make any sense where you can't sleep because these wonderful thoughts keep flooding your brain. Maybe you can't wait to get home so like me you carry a writing pad with you just incase you get inspired. I now realize that these strong desires for me to write, it's not for me but for others. In the past I was afraid of sharing my thoughts with others, but one day I realized, my thoughts can help others as well. Fear is crazy, it has

Ashley woke up to her iPhone 5S alarm going off. She immediately jumped out of bed and put on her Under Armour shorts, t-shirt and socks. She walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth with Crest toothpaste and put her hair up with an Athleta hair tie. Before she headed out the door she grabbed a Dole banana to eat on her way to practice. As soon as she arrived, she put on her Nike shin guards, Adidas soccer cleats and Under Armour headband. During soccer practice Ashley kicked an Adidas soccer ball.

As I concentrated back on the x-symbol, my thoughts on that particular day became nothing but nostalgia sealed deep inside my memories, still I began to rethink about myself. In spite of that phenomenon, I cannot constantly and truly expect to do well in school, or life in general, because there will always be obstacles that will prevent me from succeeding. However, I have learned that there will always be people who will judge me based upon their observations, but they will never be able to grasp my true character and intelligence. The placement test may have just been only a test for some, but it was a significant part of my academic career that allowed me to be where I am today. With two minutes to spare, I lifted my pencil and wrote my

I vividly remember sitting in the biology classroom, taking my time with the exam and trusting that all of the answers would pop into my brain. I hadn’t even finished the test when I could hear the bell ring to signal the end of the class. Panicking, my pencil dashed to fill in answers that I hadn’t been able to complete while I requested extra time after school to finish the test. My teacher was not the type to grant extra time, and I reluctantly handed her the atrocity that was my first test. I believed that I was doomed for the rest of the year.