Personal Narrative: My Experience With Writing

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.

I have a love-hate relationship with writing. I can write well according to some of my peers; though this could just be from the fact that I seem like the quiet, studious, type who has spent most of her time with the straight "A" nerds who went on to top tier schools such as Stanford. Sometimes I am not too sure of my own writing abilities. On most essays, I get a little bit above average grades and every once in a while I get a few more points than usual. I have noticed that my writing is better when I have to write about a topic I am passionate or know a lot about. The more I have to work with the better. Otherwise, my writing seems poor, forced, and somewhat bland. It usually follows a poor or basic thesis statement and lazy paragraphs. I believe motivation helps me to write better,

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.

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.

My experience with writing has been very up and down because I have a hard time focusing on the topic. I would say that’s something I need to honestly work on because my attitude is if I'm not into it then I'm not doing it simple. Some of my past teachers in high school said that I could write but I honestly don’t know about now. I'll admit that I've gotten lazy in the sense that if I'm not into the work then I'll just pass it with a D or just retake it. I need to get out of that and just suck it up and get it over and done with.

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.

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.

I love to write. It’s actually where I feel most creative. However, I don’t love to write. It is my belief that composing documents by typing them is unquestionably easier and more efficient. When one physically writes, they typically tire easily. For me, it’s usually at five sentences or so when my hand starts to cramp up. At that point, I begin to compromise in my writing, trying to get to my point as quickly as possible, so that I can just get it over with. I also find that I’m a planner when writing. I can have a whole paragraph mapped out in my head before even starting it. However, when I have to slowly and painstakingly compose with a pen or pencil, I lose many of the ideas I had going into it, and again, just want to get it over with.

I have been reading and writing for as long as I can remember. I always enjoyed reading and writing stories, even when I wasn’t in school. While reading had never been much of a struggle, I always had a hard time writing my thoughts down on paper the way that I wanted. The earliest recollections I have of myself learning to read is when I was about five years old. My mother wasn’t there when I started to learn how to read. She was deployed in Iraq at the time and I would read to her over the phone every time I got the chance. Another memory I have of my road to literacy is when I was in the first grade. Once or twice a week, we would take out our writing notebooks and write about whatever we wanted. I would usually write about what I did

There are many aspects that I would like to change to improve my writing skills. The first thing I would like to do is imply what my main idea is instead of stating it. The main reason I want to improve on this is because I feel that my writing style doesn’t change. I want my writing to be complex. I know that implying the main idea can be a little tricky. I’ve been researching and I’m learning that I need to find the common bond among the details in the passage. I think this issue affected me when I took college composition one because I chose to write an essay about school lunches affecting children’s diets. For the body of my paragraph, every sentence began with “the school association needs to”. My style was just too plain and boring. I

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

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 gathered the Information and skills to learn this by writing a lot and always asking someone else their opinion or how to do it if I didn’t know it.

The other reason that makes me feel uncomfortable about writing is that what if somebody read my papers and they will laugh at me because of my bad grammars and stupid ideas. I always find it’s so embarrassing to share my papers to others, even to my teachers. However, I don’t mind my teachers that much. At least I always turn in my best work to my teachers, even if they’re bad, they’re still my effort. Despite that fact, there was a time when I was in 11th grade that I was really disappointed in my teacher. She was a student teacher. She was nice and friendly, everyone liked her, included me. But it was this one thing she did that made me feel uncertain about my feeling for her. Whenever we were in computer lab and typing essays, she always

I believe my approach with writing has drastically changed throughout this semester. I have learned to become more prepared and take my time in writing my essays rather than just jumping into them without a clue of what is to come. I grew even more than I had originally expected. I’ve been able to share some things that have happened in my past, and I have been satisfied with how I was able to write them. I’ve learned more about commas and sentence structure this year than I’ve learned in the last two years combined. Two areas that still need improvement are my grammar and my commas. I do not always pay attention to what I am saying, and I just ramble on without going back to check what I wrote. Most of the time it gets pretty crazy.