Personal Narrative: My First Journal Entry

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,

Many people enjoy and have fun writing, but then again, many people dislike having to write, including me. Writing has always been something I was never really interested on for many reasons.

When I applied for C.R. England I was not sure that I would be accepted to go through the program. Three days later I received a phone call from a Recruiter at C.R. England and while on the phone we went over all the information before setting a time and a date for leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah. When the day came to leave for Salt Lake City, Utah my parents took me to the Greyhound terminal to prepare to leave. Thirty minutes later we boarded the bus to leave our first stop was in Missouri I stayed on the same bus and from there I went to Kansas where I had to switch buses but I had to wait one hour before the other bus got there after boarding the bus for going to the next stop I was in Colorado where I had to wait two hours and thirty minutes before boarding my next bus to Wyoming once I got to Wyoming the next bus was ready and it had no air conditioner that I remember so the last bit of traveling was so warm that everyone on it was hot even a eight month old baby everyone tried their best to help the mother out to make

The best writing I’ve ever produced is from last semester I wrote a paper for Sociology on how the movie “Selma” related to what we were learning in class. This is the best writing I’ve produced because I thought long and hard about what I was going to write and ended up making a 100 on the paper which I was very excited about. Another reason is that I’m not particularly exceptional at writing I struggle with what words to use and how to really make my writing mean something to the person reading it, and my teacher left me a comment saying how I had thought outside the box and done very well. When I’m writing, my only fear is that I could be using better words so that’s why after I write a paper I always like to continuously edit it until I’m satisfied. Challenges for me are thinking of what to write I guess you could say that I get writers block and I must take breaks and really think about what I want my paper to convey, but once I get an idea usually I’m and can come up with more ideas it’s just really that first few sentences in a paragraph that get me.

Al, Alde, de, shon, deshon, and Al’Deshon my name takes on many forms. Kind of like my writing in a sense. I have never been a strong writing also being the reason, I took this class first semester I think. If I get it out of the way maybe I’ll have an easier chance of reaching the finish line happening to be graduation.

My writing journey has been pretty remarkable over the years. A lot of trial and error was utilized in discovering the writing style and techniques that would give me the most sense of accomplishment. I’ve been learning through the unit learning activities so far as College Composition II will be a bit more challenging due to the expectation of being able to write an effective academic piece from a formal perspective. There is always room for improvement which is why this semester I want to work on three aspects of my writing: sentence structure, grammar, and learning how to effectively grab my audience’s attention. Sentence structure and grammar have been difficult aspects for me to grasp in my writing due to the lack of frequency in writing academic papers.

Thinking about our first writing assignment, one of the suggestions focuses on the comparison of writing to running, it became apparent to me that this is something I would enjoy writing about. I am a long time running advocate, competing in marathons, and a neophyte writing student, and I find many similarities in both endeavors.

My friend ,Kendrick, is diligent and self-sufficent.He gives his best effort at everything that he does.One time Kendrick and I were at school walking to the cafeteria to have lunch. Before we opened the door to enter ,we was stopped by Mr.Douglas. Mr.Douglas was Kendrick's R.O.T.C instructor who had a high rank as sergeant major. He stopped us to talk to Kendrick about some important R.O.T.C business.

Hi, I’m Brooke Yliniemi. I am an involved high school student at Menahga High School. Through creative writing class, I was able to broaden and strengthen all my writing skills. I have always enjoyed writing, but never truly knew where to begin. With creative writing, I was able to find out my personal style of writing and what interests me. My writing has improved abundantly when it comes to writing poetry, and short stories. Through each section, I was able to grasp new skills and create personal goals to become my own writer.

I enlisted into the United States Navy and shipped off to boot camp on January 1, 1996. The Navy gave me an opportunity to escape a small town, stand on my own, and grow as a person. My first duty assignment was in Millington, Tennessee working as an administrative assistant to the Officer in Charge of Personnel Support Detachment, Memphis. I could never say the roads I took in life were easy, but looking back over the years every stop along the way had a purpose and I have been truly been blessed.

Like layers of an oil painting, the more layers and revisions in a piece of writing, the more a piece glows from within. Thus, the practice of effectively revising drafts was the primary focus for my English class this semester. Though I have always incorporated drafts into my essays, it wasn't until my college English 1101 class did my papers begin to shine as a result of them. Our professor showed us that, more often than not, the strongest pieces always included revisions that were much lengthier than the actual writing, not because the first drafts were “bad”, but because writing can always be improved upon. Because she placed so much emphasis on revision, our professor gave us two weeks for multiple drafts before we turned in our final

My childhood was full of joy and worry free most of the time, there were bad things happening around me but i did not know what they were. Something fake that people say and bothers me is that they don't like someone and later they are talking to them 5 minutes later, hypocrites. Is life a game for me? No, i feel like everything is different for everyone so there is not any rules to play by. I spent an impressive amount of my day bored, Like 20% of it. Either i'm doing or hearing stuff that i know or think that is irrelevant to me. Am i bitter about life, or what makes me depressed about life? No, the only thing that depresses me is losing people. Have I ever gone completely crazy and destroyed something or yelled loudly

The first interpersonal event, it was with my past romantic relationship in high school that occur three years ago. She made an impact in my life which I'm the person I am today I been through a lot with her because it has been the longest relationship I had during my lifetime.

My heart was beating. Pounding right out of my chest. After, 5 tireless months of meticulous crafting and hundreds of hours of practice, it was finally the day to present our masterpiece. Every weekend spent at my friend's basement drafting scripts and painting backdrops. Every school day spent discussing new ideas for the play. Along with becoming insane about recyclable materials and art supplies, we grew as a family. We are a strong sisterhood that have laughed together and cried together, and together we are ready to show the world what we have accomplished.