Personal Narrative: My Writing Challenge

Something about timed writes makes me tense up, roll over, and die inside. I entirely overlooked diction and used primary words that made my paper an enormous disaster. I had little to no warrants connecting my

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.

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.

We all have a choice when writing to not complete the task. But is it really going to kill us? We build up this wall and have all of these excuses because we are scared of failing. I believe it’s the end of the world when I’m writing. My palms become sweaty; I look for all types of excuses to procrastinate. After reading this article, I have learned that I’m not by alone. Feeling this way is normal and I can learn to be a better writer. I will take some of Anne’s suggestions and try to quiet the voices in my head. I will begin to write down my ideas as they pop into my head because no one will see all of my rough drafts. This will allow me to take the time to review my work with a clear

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I hate writing. It is one of the simplest task because it is like talking but it creates so much stress for myself. I would rather be pulling all the hairs off my body strand by strand then sit down and write. Even the thought of having to sit down and write makes my stomach tense. It is not like I am hiding behind the fact that I hate writing to avoid doing this assignment. This assignment is one of the easiest prompts that I have been given in my educational career but I have such a high expectation that my writing must be a “perfect”. My writing must be wonderful, flawless, and beautiful. When my writing is best compared to a pile of garbage. The comparison might seem extreme but its sadly true.

How long was I going to continue to ignore the fact that I desperately needed help with my writing? Reflecting back even in high school it seems I’ve always had the same problems when it came to my writing. Maybe it was the fact that I was too lazy to take the extra time out to write out a rough draft, unless of course it counted towards my grade, or maybe it was the fact that I never paid attention to my grammar because I was always rushing. Either way it goes once I got to college I realized I wasn’t going to be able to skate by with just putting my initial ideas on paper and turning them in, if I really wanted to get a good grade I would have to work for it.

No ideas! No organization! Are some of many things that ran through my mind when I write, especially when I write about topics that I am not intersted in or topics that I have no prior knowledge on. One reason I hate writing is because of my language barrier and my lack of experiences, therfore when I am forced to to wite about an unintersteing subject the process of generating ideas becomes boring, long, and dreadful. It all started when my 5th grade teacher asked us to write a book review on the book “ Holes” by Louis Sachar. This assignment was the most diffcult writing assignment because the book was boring, i did not find anything in the book that interset me and no matter how hard I tried their was no text- to-self connection. Another reason why I hated this assignment was I was required to include quotes from the reading to support my answers, however I it was diffcult because I did not have the answers to the questions. I took the time out to

While I've not be an academic tutor at SU, I was formerly an editor of the Austin-based music journal ATX On Record (now VinylList). As an editor, my duties included proofreading and editing article submissions, advising writers on how to strengthen their articles, and teaching them how to master the SEO.

I will revise drafts for coherence, organization, use of simple and compound sentence, and audience, so that my essays are writing correctly for my readers.

The Advanced Writing Workshop is an incredible opportunity for me to grow as a writer and a scholar. The small seminar format of the class will give me the opportunity to more deeply explore content than would otherwise be possible in a large lecture format class. At Long Island School for the Gifted which I attended for 4th through 8th Grade, all of the classes were small. Thus, I have had the opportunity to learn in seminar-style classes previously, and found them to be very well-suited to my learning style. Although I am not a bad writer, there is always room for improvement. For example, when I read novels I intend to burst with both ideas about, as well as interpretations of, complex texts. My strength as a reader centers around my ability to grasp the big picture. Rather

My struggles began my first academic year in the fall of 2014. The course I enrolled in was a seminar course, that was led by an adjunct professor. Problems surfaced when the professor actions were less than professional on more than one occasion. On one event, she separated the immigrant/ minorities students from the rest of the class, to discuss our shortcoming as writers. We were informed that our poor writing was affecting us in class and in our practicum placement. The line of questioning and statements made by the professor was inappropriate as they concern our cultural background and our time in the country. Attempting to advocate for myself, the professor was notified that the issue had not been brought to my attention by my field instructor and my grade in the class did not reflect such statements.

So I was asked to write for ten whole minutes, so I'm going to try to write to elongate and make every sentence longer by filling in with words, just random words so that I don't run out of things to say and write for ten minutes successfully. Now many people will say that it I would not be able to write about nothing for ten minutes, since eventually I'll run out of things to say, but for your information I am able to write for ten long stinking horrendous minutes just writing about nothing so my fluency improves. But what I really need help with is penmanship, as you can see. Writing about nothing for ten minutes can be challenging, unless you know how. First step for writing about nothing for is just to ramble about nothing on and on and

First I’d let you know that your are way better of a writer than me, you may not think you are, but trust me you are. When you did that paper for my keyboarding course it was the highest grade I got in all of those assignments. But I really don’t know how good this will be. I just need to write. I know that in writing a paper you should probably have a thesis found in the first paragraph, but I’ve always been a bit of a rebel, so I’ll probably just ramble and actually start talking just about now. (BTW my intent of this first paragraph was to break that 3rd wall that you seem to really hate.)

“Help.” I’ll never forget how she said it. She was terrified because, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t in control of her body. She had already passed out before, so her voice was frail and weak. She needed help. She was pale in the face and her lips were a dark shade of blue. She was experiencing many life-threatening symptoms, and she needed to leave, fast. I looked around, but I was alone. And honestly, I was afraid. The burden of another human being’s life was now on my shoulders, and my decisions in the next couple of minutes would be the deciding factor between her life and death. Doing the only thing I could, I radioed in to get someone to our location, and I sat with her. For the longest 2 minutes of my life, I talked to this woman. I asked her about her day, her life, anything to get her mind off the fact that she might die. As soon as people arrived, I knew I had to do something. I immediately put her on emergency oxygen and we all helped her on to the nearest boat and drove her to the front, where an ambulance was waiting. She ended up being okay.