Personal Narrative Junk Writing: University Of Wisconsin Oshkosh

I have always struggled with my writing assignments. If I had the option not to write I would take that option with no hesitation. I truly dreaded it, when we have to type essays. Now, I have been into two English classes where I have felt a little more comfortable in being able to write something without being so embarrassed or ashamed in what I’m about to turn it. I still feel horrible about my spelling and grammar.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

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

After completing my first six months at Vanguard Skin Specialists as an experienced medical assistant (MA), I began training for the “Anchor” position as my predecessor moved on from the practice. On a relay team, the Anchor finishes the race; They are responsible for making up ground. In a similar spirit, Anchors at Vanguard Skin Specialist are the leads of their provider’s MA team. They fill the gaps. Coming into a position of leadership before employees who had worked on the team for several months longer than me created tension. In particular, our third teammate disagreed with my promotion and made our transition uncomfortable. I, at first, allowed his disrespect for my new authority, considering that it may not be personal; He may have

As I read the comments on my Instagram post, I laugh. I had posted a picture from when I was little, so of course, my friends had to make sarcastic comments on it. While I was reading them I noticed words like “lol”, “tho”, and “bc”. I was five in the picture and I was not taught to write like that. No one was. We were taught to read beyond our level, write grammatically correct, spell right, and speak clearly. Well at least that was what my sister, Riley, taught me when we turned her bedroom into a classroom and played school. Riley is two years ahead of me in school. When she would come home, she would teach me what she learned that day. I loved playing school and it gave me an appreciation for reading and writing because we did it for fun. This also allowed me to strive for more than average since she was teaching me things the others wouldn’t learn for a couple of years.

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 was asked by the acting director to take over one of the division’s due a reassignment of its Director. The directorate was responsible the Strategic Investment and the Capital Investment Planning for the CIO. The acting director wanted me to turn the staff around or convince them to move on to other agencies or positions outside the office. I immediately interviewed each staff member and I came to understand that I inherited a staff that had been completely demoralized by the old director and was on the verge of filing complaints with the union. This issue, coupled with acting director’s negative view of the staff, meant that I was fighting a war on two fronts. During the interviews with the staff, I found that most were competent and hardworking but were afraid to take any action without management approval. This approach made me a single point of failure. To make matters more complicated, when I spoke to my superior about what he believed their short comings were, he cited their lack of independence and their ability solve problems at a lower level. I quickly met with them and provided them parameters to make decisions within. Once I empowered them, I gave them authority to deal directly with the Department Of Commerce and the Office of Management Budget. To complicate matter even more, they were often the victim

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

We’ve all been kids before and we’ve all done things we most likely shouldn’t have done. We had an impulse in which we immediately acted upon with out considering the consequences that follow. Well I’m here to tell you of my one of many rather stupid downright dumbass things I have done. –Authorial Intrusion

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

A couple of years ago my English teacher assigned me to write a short novel. At first I wasn’t really thrilled about having to spend 3 weeks writing a book for one of my least favorite subjects. I thought it was going to be hard and not worth the effort, until I started to write. Once I had my topic and an outline the writing came to me very easily. After a while of writing I started to get into the assignment and it became more of a pleasing task. I firmly believe it was that assignment that made me realize I was a better writer than I thought and that if I put my mind into it could produce good writing.

It was three o’clock in the afternoon of January 17th 1995. Dick Daverin was sitting in his office, reading the newspaper.

It was a midnight fall day and the wolves were howling, pigs squealing , cows mooing, and chickens clucking. I had just got home from work and immediately took a shower and got something to eat. I went to bed after I ate. I was still hungry and then I went downstairs to get a snack and my hallway and kitchen light was flickering and it sounded like the studs in my walls were moving as if there was wind pushing them. I had checked all of the rooms for open windows but none of them were open, I checked doors and the air conditioning unit next. There was no cause why the studs in the wall were moving. I had ignored this and got some chips and carried on back to my room. I had fallen asleep and had a bad dream about a bear eating me alive and then I woke up.

"Number 33 you're up!" Shrivers went through me as I looked down and realized that was me. As I ran to the middle of the room, I saw how everybody's eyes darted towards me. I cringed under the thought of so many eyes watching me. I followed their eyes and realized they were staring at my skin not anywhere else. Their whispers became like blaring horns as they talked and pointed. My body tensed up realizing how perfect the other dancers look compared to me. I mumbled "I can't do this is" as I pushed my way out the door. The tears that were once held captive by my eyes, streamed down my face. I fell to the floor, knowing I would never be anything with this skin.

Two weeks passed and it happened again. I was on a walk with my dog but when I got home I saw something under the rug. My dog was going crazy running after it, but it was to quick. I finally caught my dog so he would stop going crazy. I saw the thing under the rug one last time. I couldn't caught it. Two weeks passed and it happened again. While I was vacuuming my carpet it appeared under the carpet and every time I tried to vacuum it up but it would disappear. Two weeks passed and it happened again, I saw it under the carper it one last time I kept on getting closer and closer it wasn’t moving I grabbed it and started to move out from under the carpet… It jumped out and bit my arm it was my hamster I lost 5 years ago and it has been living