Personal Narrative: My Experience With Workplace 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 earliest experience with writing was my learning period that formed not only my style of writing but how I studied and the ability to apply words and concepts into a structured format. The process at first was difficult because it was my first time being exposed to structured writing which caused me to put it off until the last minute or lose interest in the topic I was writing about. The rowdy classroom was eager to release near the end of the day, but we knew we had to face one of the more uninteresting subjects of the day: middle school English.The teacher thoroughly explained our assignment which made each one of us cringe. The class finally initiated work mode and I was clueless. I would start to make progress but would be constantly

When it comes to writing I have a mental breakdown, I get nervous, overthink, and emotionally stressed. These three words describe me as a writer. In high school I would have a difficult time starting papers, often times my weaknesses was grammar and sentences fragments. How I feel about writing is how I feel when a love one dies. It's like as if I'm at a funeral and my paper is the one being funeralized. I think the reason why I am how I am about writing is because my college English teacher in high school was so harsh on my papers, and ever since then I've been traumatize to write papers.

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.

Today, I was given the worst news that I could have possibly been given at the age of 20, I cannot write. The feelings and emotions of disappointment and anger creepered into my head as my boss broke the news to me. While he was informing me of my needless word usage and horrific sentence structure, I thought, “Wow, previously before this very moment I was feeling ecstatic. I had been learning many things, more than I have learned during a week of college, and yet I fell short.” After crucially critiquing my skill level he had advised me to read “the elements of style.” After skimming through the first few pages, I knew that there was hope for me to become a better writer. So, instead of crying my eyes out, I set my goal which is becoming a

I am finding that I have more skill at writing than I had realized. Considering I have always felt that I am terrible at portraying myself and what is in my head, this has come as quite the pleasing surprise. Maybe it is the fact that this is my third attempt at Composition, maybe it’s just growth in general. Either way I am adapting and seeing the possibilities of what my skills may become.

Ever since I was a child, I have always had the inclination to pick up a crayon rather than a pencil. From learning how to write my ABC’s to dreading over typing eight page papers, learning how to progressively read and write has manifested into a rollercoaster within my life, emotionally, that is. But don’t get me wrong, writing has slowly inched its way into my being and will continue to stay for my journey through academia. I honestly feel that there’s some sort of creature within my mind that prevents me from deriving happiness from english-related material. Though in the midst of all the chaos, I have developed an alternate outlet to express myself. An outlet where I wouldn’t have to think about forming sentences or using words that I don’t know but use anyway. An outlet in which I find solace and truly shows who I am as a person. The outlet of art.

What is your relationship with writing? We all have to write, whether we like to do it or not. Writing is a crucial element to a normal, functional life. This touches work, school, family, and interpersonal relationships. Everyone’s personal dynamic with writing is a little different.

Today after I cleaned two office in place of employee on vacation. I spotted Richard G. Stroupe standing at the back door. He asked why he was not allowed back at the facility. I plainly told him it was because of his poor job performance.

For many years, they lived on campus in Margaret Nance because she was a RA and we laughed and talked about the highs and lows about living on campus; Summers used to be a driver for Pepsi and didn't have a clue to what he was doing when he first got the job, but has endurec being here over two decades. Alford worked here part-time while she attended Winthrop and after graduating she had a daughter five days later and decided to become full-time. Entering the building, one is blinded with awards from SCPA given to these great writers for the many great articles they've all written over the past 15 years. All in all, everyone seems content in what they do, but unfortunately, they haven't gotten a raise in nine years (how awful is that)?

The sound of Carmine’s snoring from across the hall forces its way through my closed door and into my room. It wakes me before my alarm this morning. I’m not sure what time he came in last night, but I must have been in a deep sleep. Slowly, I go through the motions of my morning routine. Taking care not to wake Carmine, I finish getting ready and leave him a note to tell him I’ll be at the library all day. Just as I finish checking my assignments and pack my book bag for the library, I hear my phone ping with a new text message.

I have never been much of a writer, but I can’t say I completely hate it. For as long as I can remember, I was always one of the kids that would sigh when a teacher assigned an essay for the class. One reason for having a dislike towards writing was because it takes a lot of thought and time to even think of how to begin. However, as I grew older, I came to the conclusion that writing isn’t all that bad. I actually found writing quite interesting when I get the chance to write about something that I strongly care about. So writing to me is bittersweet, depending on if it’s something that interests me or not.

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.

Becoming an excellent writer takes plenty of practice and of course time, and dedication. As a writer myself I have many flaws that I need to work on in order to become successful in my freshman composition class. However I also have a few strengths that I believe will benefit me in class. In High school I had a difficult time in most of my english classes therefore I know it will be a struggle when entering Cal State La although I will perceiver it wont be easy. I will dedicate a lot of my time into my freshman composition class because it will be a class that I will have my hardest time in. Although it may be difficult, being consistent and having a positive mindset will push me through what i believe will be the class in which i struggle in throughout my university years.

It is always complicated writing and expressing in a language that is different from mine. I most of the time have an idea that I want to write about, but I know the difficulties that I am going to face while writing such as having mistakes in grammar structures, or maybe not knowing how to basically order my idea in the right way to let the reader grasp it easily.