Personal Narrative: My Experiences Of Becoming A Writer

My writing experience started in high school. I was part of the high school yearbook. I was business editor as a freshman up to being the editor my senior year. I also participated on the newspaper staff. I had some experience in college, but I did not finish college. I then did not have any more experience until I started work as a leader at Nisco. I finally started college classes again.

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.

This piece of writing is a narrative writing piece, my aim is to create an atmosphere of fear and create an experience of the operation. In the writing, I used first person pronouns to show that was a first hand experience. I used I, me, and myself in this writing. I also used sensory details as the smell of the material in the operating room - the smell of anti-infective was strong and strange for me. It helps to create an atmosphere and makes the writing more authentic. I used colour adjectives to help the reader visualize the scenes – pale and blue watch. Furthermore, I also used the sounds to make my writing lively and vivid – “Tik-tok, tik-tok, tik-tok”

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.

Writing has been a part of my life since I was a young lad. I loved making up stories, writing them down, and then telling these stories to my family. My dreams were to become a writer one day, but those dreams were destroyed by my step-father. He would tell me that I would never succeed in writing and never make a career out of it. I moved on from writing at a young age and did not enjoy it growing up after that moment. Once I got into high school I did not learn much techniques on writing due to my 9nth and 10nth grade teachers never putting effort into teaching the students. They would put a movie on every day and just be on their phones for the most part. This way of teaching changed when I entered 11nth grade. My English teacher, Mr. Ho, was different than my previous teachers.

I have never seen myself as a writer. I have never ever even fantasized about writing. I am a practical

My love for writing started when I was around ten years old. I was extremely shy growing up. I had friends but only a handful, I would rather be alone with a book or be working on a story. My writing was my escape from whatever was going on in my life whether it was my grandma being sick or getting in a fight with my older sister, all I needed was a notebook and a pen to write whatever I was feeling out. This lead to notebook upon notebook being filled with stories of the handsome prince saving the princess, or hopeful tales of a shy girl meeting her true love. I was in charge of my own little world and I could make anything and everything happen. As I grew older I kept writing, even though I had outgrown my shyness. I kept writing because

I switched back and forth between tabs as I waited for something new to appear, so it could entertain my mind. Why was no one online at three in the morning? And why did I still have an incomplete book in front of myself?

I am like a flickering light bulb when I am writing. Sometimes when I write I am excited to write and other times I am not. After years of writing, I have had some awful experiences writing and some amazing experiences writing. I do write on my free time but I rarely do things that would be required if I was writing a paper for school. I have enjoyed writing in school for the most part. When I enjoy writing a story it is like molding clay with my ideas. One positive experience I can remember was when my class had to write a paper and it could be on anything we could come up with, if the paper started with a sentence that the teacher chose, I liked this because i could be creative. Another exceptional experience I had was when

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.

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.

I am a writer at an advanced level with good years in practice both on both online and offline. I specialise in a number of topics and discussions and with this experience, i have received good reviews and ratings over a period of time. My client level is broad and most of them don't even have to speak English as their first language. I do good research with good references and citations to all my works.

This year has gone surprisingly well. Albeit it's been three days, but I’m hopeful that this’ll be trend that continues. One major goal of mine for this year is passing my classes. If I can accomplish that, I’ll be happy. This is the first year I’m taking a college-level course. I’m in two AP classes. If nothing else, I want to become a better writer through this class. Learning how to write essays that are up to par for college is a necessary evil that I hope to work on. On an educational standpoint I want to improve myself as much as possible. My course load is going to be difficult to say the least. Being able to manage my time and still be able to do what I want is going to be a struggle for me.

Writing never was my favorite subject. I used struggled to put ideas together and writing a paper about it. My career requires good communication skills, and for a while, I was satisfied with the level of writing I had because it was good enough to compose memos and interoffice written documents.

Imagine: a chubby six year old with dark brown hair and green eyes sits at a table writing in a notebook, her dark brows furrowed in concentration. A second grader with long, honey blonde locks walks up to the little girl and asks her what’s wrong. The six year old tells the girl she’s trying to write about “the real world” but is having trouble.