Personal Narrative: My Passion For Writing

During this spring semester, I have grown in many ways as a writer, and a student. I have started to realize, and accept the flaws that I have created in my writing. In the past, I never looked into my writings and saw my problems, and if I did, I did not accept that they were problems. In my writing pieces in the past, I was very hard-headed about what I thought was correct versus what was actually correct. I have also become More familiar with different formatting options on Microsoft Word to create a more professional piece or writing. However, figuring out all the parts of writing and making them work together is the most difficult part of writing.

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

Well at first I was a sophomore in college studying Pre-Med, and I had to drop a few classes since I didn’t like Pre-Med anymore. I walked into a writing class (A Poetry One) it was near the registration desk. I thought it was pretty cool, they were doing an automatic writing activity, when the guy invited me in. When we started this exercise I really enjoyed it a lot. I also began to read a lot more. The authors who really inspired me were John Updike , who wrote the Rabbit series and J.D. Salinger, who wrote The Catcher in the Rye.

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.

Throughout my high school career, I have been exposed to many different elements of writing and, although some teachers have emphasized certain areas more than others, I feel I have come a long way as a writer. Despite this I also know I have much further to go. This fact became very clear to me as I was taking my previous course of English, Accelerated English Three. Within this course I was introduced to the MLA method of citation, I experienced disappointment due to receiving a lower grade than I had desired, and I discovered difficulties such as my impatient tendencies to look over errors and mistakes during the editing processes.

My best memory about writing is from back in elementary school, 4th grade. I had just passed out of my reading and writing class that I was taking for extra help. I struggled with reading and writing, but that class taught me to keep pushing to learn even if it’s hard. My 4th grade class was writing stories and I wrote one about a lion and a dog that became friends because they both liked ice cream. It was a competition because whoever wrote the story with the least amount of grammar and spelling errors would get an ice cream sandwich after recess. Eventually my teacher announced the winner after reading and correcting all of our stories. I, Elizabeth Loberg had won the ice cream sandwich because I didn’t have any grammar or spelling errors

am writing this today to let you know what my history of writing is. I first began writing in 1st grade use to not know how to write something as little as a sentence. As i started to write more i got into poetry and really enjoyed writing.

I first came to love writing in fifth grade, when my teacher assigned us a paper we had to write on Paul Revere and the American Revolution. It was the first assignment I had been given where I didn't have to talk in front of the whole class and share my ideas. There was no fear of getting called on and having to stand up to share my answer or even the fear of being pointed out that I was wrong by my peers. Ever since then, I've loved writing. Whether it be essays for class or short stories in my free time, I enjoy every

It was third grade and I was able to make a sandwich with my words. It was simple phrases like “take out a loaf of bread” and “spread the peanut butter” that brought peace to the writing process. I would put transition words in front of my phrases and somehow i created a recipe. Afterwards I brought my finished paper up to the teacher and she made me a sandwich off of what I wrote. The final product was real food. I got to eat!!! The amount of joy that came to me was unseen by myself before that moment. And it was because of writing. Then there were the less fortunate people who weren’t as lucky and ended up with a jar of jelly on a slice of bread. I felt like hot stuff. The next year would end me and writings happy, new

In the second grade I was definitely a creative writer, I wrote with my imagination. I wrote a series of stories about dragons living in a valley, hidden from society, and when I would present to my class, I would be filled with joy when I looked at their faces in awe. Soon after this era, I lost a family member, and I wrote my first poem filled with my emotions. I left my poem on the

My first memory was back in the fourth grade when our teacher asked us to write a poem about the Revolutionary war since we had just read a piece of literature from that time. I took that assignment to heart and crafted a stanza or two that blew me away. I guess that’s where it started. I didn’t mind writing in elementary school because it was like painting with words and I admired the people that could write a picture in my head. I wanted to be able to do that and I took that and began writing with quite a lot of description in hopes to deliver that imagery that I cherished. In middle school he creative fire was soon stamped out by reducing the types of writing that might have been enjoyable to me and my classmates. A dislike for writing grew among us, the dislike snowballed and worsened through the menial writings of middle education.

My first memory of a writing I was proud of was in the fourth grade with my teacher Mrs. McCoy. It was a short story on a personal experience in my life and I talked very passionately about a time where my dog ran away when I went on a trip at Pismo Beach in California. After that not many classes developed me quite like my classes in high school did. My first exposure to an English that engaged me was in freshman year of high school, and every class after that developed me as a writer even further.

It's interesting how my passion for writing began in the first place. In second grade I wrote my letters and words too close together, which my teacher, Ms. Alexander, frequently scolded me about since most of my assignments were illegible. My parents also lectured me on my bad handwriting and forced me to practice separating my words properly. I did find this exercise annoying at first since it was time consuming, but it did help a significant amount. My teacher was elated by the improvement in my, now legible, handwriting. She was able to critique my latest writing project, which she thought was detailed and creative. My parents even agreed with her when I showed them my assignment.

It's interesting how my passion for writing began in the first place. In second grade I wrote my letters and words too close together, which my teacher, Ms. Alexander, frequently scolded me about since most of my assignments were illegible. My parents also lectured me on my bad handwriting and forced me to practice separating my words properly. I did find this exercise annoying at first since it was time consuming, but it did help a significant amount. My teacher was elated by the improvement in my, now legible, handwriting. She was able to critique my latest writing project, which she thought was detailed and creative. My parents even agreed with her when I showed them my assignment.