Personal Narrative: My Growth

My growth as a writer has been going uphill since the very first mini paper. I came to Heartland Community College thinking, I was an okay writer. They told me when I took the placement test I wrote a college level but I didn’t see it myself. I would look at other classmates work and be kind of upset with myself for not making the same choices they did. Maybe I could have changed a word or maybe talked about a different subject and try to not go off topic so much. Well if it wasn’t a Gladwell paper because he tends to go off topic in his papers. The break up letter took me so long to do, I was so nervous because I didn’t want to sound like a high school kid and get a bad great for not pushing myself to the next level.

People always aspire to get better at something. Whenever someone starts to learn something new, they’re not good at it right off the bat. This is the case for learning how to write and develop arguments. I started to write in elementary school, and I was not excellent at it. After many years of writing, I have definitely grown to be a better writer. My papers in SLC have better word choice than in my FLC papers.

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.

Growing up I did not have what most people consider a normal family. I grew up in East Texas with a drug addict for a mother and a older gentleman for a father. My family was greatly affected by my mother's drug addiction. Even though we did not go without the necessary tools to survive there were major aspects that come a long with growing up that I missed out on. While my mother never actually harmed me or my siblings her actions had a negative lasting effect. While I was the middle child I was the most mature one so therefore when my mother would leave on her drug binges I had to step up and take her place at a young age. Having to step up at such a young age made me mature at early age which caused me to act out once I was older

As a writer, I have improved tremendously. Over the course of the 2015 fall semester, English 015 has helped me grow as a writer in all ways possible. From hearing Dr. Duffy’s wise words regarding writing throughout class, to participating in peer review sessions, writing has become a skill that I have flourished in. As a child, I would constantly write stories and poems to express my feelings and emotions. Sadly enough, I can admit that as a lonely child, writing was my only companion and confidant. As an eight year old child, I found myself writing stories about the individuals in or around my life. After creating a satire about my mother’s workplace and the employee’s who worked there, I knew I had a gift regarding writing. I watched my

Change is the constant thing in the world. From infancy till now many dramatic changes take place in my life physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically intellectually etc.

Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

As a result of growing up, I transformed physically, emotionally, and psychologically. I changed physically, because of puberty or as the kids say today glow up. I altered my emotions by accepting things in life, because I share my personal life with others. I would say the most significant transformation I have gone through is psychological. I have had the opportunity of learning and experiencing a quantum amount of things. The younger me would be be satisfied with junior

Growing up for me was quiet. I lived an average life, for example I would go to school, mom and dad would go to work, and we do it all over again the next morning. Nothing really changed until the beginning of second grade. After one week of second grade at a school I had been going to for years, my family decide to move. After we moved once we continued to move. To this day I don’t know why we moved around so much, but it caused me to check into a different school each month. I had changed five schools in less than a year.

It was an immense change from the person I used to be. I am very much so now open minded and very left-sided in my opinions and thoughts. However, though I think I have a very clear understanding of who I am, I am not sure in who I think I am. I have a lot more compassion for other people and even for myself. An aspect of myself that I am fairly proud of is my newfound ability to understand, interpret and adapt to certain situations. For instance, adapting to the Country Day environment was very difficult to do. I didn’t understand the social scene and I could not get a handle on my academics. On top of high school being new for me, I had to deal with the newness of a school I hadn’t attended before. That experience helped me learn how to adapt to new experiences. Also becoming socially and politically aware has helped me grow in put myself in a worldly view. I do appreciate who I am now and still hope to grow and

Growing up is never easy. Everyone, from the moment we’re born to the moment we leave to fend for ourselves, is told how to be themselves; how to act, talk, walk, think, feel, and believe. Eventually we reach a point in our lives where we figure out how to live for ourselves rather than blindly accepting what we’re told. We begin to discover ourselves as life progresses, learning about our passions, talents, strengths, weaknesses, and orientations. Growing up is never easy, but it’s an uphill battle when it comes to accepting and dealing with a differing sexual and romantic orientation. Trudging through a flurry of mental illnesses, nights of emotionally charged arguments and deafening yells thrown between relatives, self-image issues due to

Growing up I was raised by my mother and great-grandfather; my father was never involved and still isn’t presently. Since my mom was a single parent she was always working late at night and my great-grandfather would take care of me. He was a strong, stubborn man who loved everyone with all of his heart. However, he was dying of two arduous cancers; esophagus and colon. I was well aware of what was happening to the only father-figure in my life but I tried to keep his spirits up every day. I spent every day of my first 9 years with him and I regret that I didn’t spend more. Due to him being sick and passing away, I grew up quick. I was more mature than most of the kids I was around which inhibited my child-like character. Throughout middle

It has already been eight years since… that happened, and from then on I have stayed with Lucas, Ella, and Charlie, three kids that had rescued me. They found me lying on the streets weeks after the life I once had was burned to ashes, literally. I'm twelve now, and today's my birthday. (Month) (Date). I managed to fit in with everyone, and have become the "hunter" of the group, the one that finds our source of food. Due to my agility and wit, I can escape with ease.

Coming home after working six long hours after eight even longer hours of school was not the plan. But if I wasn’t able to have a job I don’t think I would be the person that I have become today. The transition from childhood into adulthood is a very stressful, but gratifying time in everyone’s life. Some people’s experience may be better than others. Mine just happened to be exactly what I needed at a time in my life where I wasn’t very confident. There is always a moment in your life where you just stop and think, wow I am actually starting to act and feel like an adult. Where you think to yourself I can be my own person and make it in this unforgiving world. Gaining experience by having a job has allowed me to make the transition of growing into an adult; it helped me to change my personality and to begin accepting and taking on the roles of an adult.