Personal Narrative: My Experience As A Writer

I grew up in the city Ashland, WI, attended and graduated from Ashland High School where I was involved in many activities such as Volleyball, National Honor Society, and Yearbook. Math was one of my strongest subjects in high school; nonetheless, English was, without a doubt, my weakest subject. One of the worst experiences I encountered with writing in high school was the time I received a poor grade on a paper I worked hard on. On the other hand, one of my best experiences with writing had to be the time I wrote the essay that influenced my acceptance into

Seated in my petunia pink room at my tan desk an excruciating voice rang through my eardrum. “Again!” the voice bellowed. I hurried to rewrite my work. I started at the beginning with printed letters. A,a,B,b,C,c… I wrote every letter of the alphabet capitalized and lower cased. “Now cursive!” snapped the voice sharply. Again, I wrote all the letters but in cursive this time.

Within the past semester I have learned many critical lessons about my style of writing as a reader and thinker, and the steps and skills it takes to improve this art. As I wrote the short story analysis, poetry analysis, analysis of drama, and novel analysis I believe in the process of writing them, I became a significantly better writer. Because I am a systematically inclined thinker, it was difficult for me to grasp the conceptual tactics within writing. Luckily, the outlines and links you provided us helped me allocate the main points (and highlights) in my papers. This type of formatting allowed me to organize my whole essay so I know what I need to include in each paragraph. Because of this, I was able to connect my ideas and data in a more concise manner, instead of having my ideas strewn about.

This semester we have done many activities/sessions that have really helped me grow as a reader, writer, and as a learner in general. We have done everything from writing a literary essay, to learning how to write with argumentative purposes.

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.

Challenges are everywhere especially when you are going to school and with each challenge you become mature. I remember when I entered first grade I was having difficulties with reading and writing, so my teacher discussed this issue with my parents so they can work on helping me improve my reading and writing skills. When my teacher saw that I really wanted to change and I was willing to work hard for it, she helped me tremendously to achieve my goal. I remember spending eight hours a day studying and my dad would always bring something new that would help me learn better. Additionally, I remember that sometimes I would spend lunch breaks with my teacher reading books. The thing that mostly made me want to work this hard was to regain my confidence in front of the other students.

Sunlight trickled through the window in front of me, staining the desk and papers a bright and shifting orange. Noticing the change in light, I tore my focus away from my work and glanced at the desk clock. 6:37. Smiling tiredly, I realized I had been writing all night long. You are absolutely insane, I thought to myself, drowsily shaking my head in disbelief. No one else would write for hours and hours like you do. That drunken thought sparked a sudden question in my mind– why? What in my life has caused me to enjoy writing so much to the point of going a night without sleep because of it? Leaning back in my desk chair, I shut my eyes and tried my best to recall my most influential memory with writing. After a few minutes of recalling my

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

From the early beginning of the school year to the current day, my writing skills and knowledge have improved and broadened over time. If not drastic, the change is noticeable nevertheless. For almost an entirety of eighth grade, assignments of varying difficulty challenged me to a degree. To be frank, some seemed as though they were beyond my comprehension and ability. However, determination amalgamated with knowledge obtained in advance helped me to overcome my doubts, for I exceeded my expectations; surprisingly good grades and comments are a delight, owing to the fact of that I don’t tend to think of myself as being proficient at writing. Consequently, the assignments given to me this school year shaped me into who I am as a writer.

I have always had a fascination in writing. My cousin and I would always stay up late thinking of characters to create, putting them into a variety of stories to go on. My teacher from the previous year recommended that I take my english college class because she saw “potential”. I was unsure at the time, but agreed to take the course. In my mind, my writing skills were good, and thought I had a grasp on what writing was about. Throughout this class I have learned a lot about writing the correct way, but have yet to show it on paper.

A laboratory mouse knows of nothing more than the walls of the labyrinth it is confined

Being home educated throughout the duration of high school, I found that much of my education came from being self motivated and self taught. Having come from a family that was focused on education and my social skills—my Father with a Bachelor 's in education, and my mother teaching my brother and me at home—I felt strongly about reading and gaining knowledge in various areas of interest. However, I excelled most expediently in any coursework that had a creative or expressive quality to it. These were the mediums that felt the most natural. Although I was initially a slow writer, my proficiency began to evolve during my time in community college, when I took a composition class with a professor that strongly encouraged me to express myself through my creative writing.

My writing experiences are nothing special. I come from a small southern town in the middle of Alabama where everyone talks a bit differently than the world around us. As a small child, I never really got the hang of English, writing and all the rules that come with it. Growing up, I realized that my sister got all of the love for English and I got the math skills. I was never good at English on any level. At first, I never worried about school either. With that being said, I was a good student. I just did not challenge myself to be a great student. That was until I was in the fourth grade. My thoughts on education and its importance changed at that moment. I saw all my friends attending a party called the “All A’s Tea”. This might sound stupid now, but at the time that is all my mind stayed on. Making all A’s so I could attend this party like all of my friends. After receiving that first report card with all A’s , it gave me a sense of pride and happiness. I also saw how proud everyone was of me. That might sound kind of selfish, but that was the feeling at the time.

In high school, I was in honors and AP English courses. As a senior in high school, my writing course was AP English Literature, and I wrote mainly in class based essays. I would be given a prompt or an article and then I would need to write a reflective paper on the topic. Also, the course covered skills in writing such as including the ethos, pathos, and logos in the writing. The audience for the writing assignments mainly was the teacher, however I also had a few presentations to the class. Papers were shared with classmates for peer editing too.

Since my early high school days, teachers have preached to me on the importance of writing in my future college classes and career. With each year came a further development of my writing and the addition of tools that I could add to my arsenal. I learned when to be creative and when to be strictly fundamental. I learned when to write formally and when to write informally. Year after year, I was taught the different forms of writing such as a research paper, a narrative, and a persuasive essay. Even so, no year has enhanced my writing skills and prepared me for what is to come as much as my seventh period English class my junior year. Through my English Composition 1113, I have improved my understanding of the