Personal Narrative: My Writing Journey

“He was an amazing educator. He would talk to you as if you were on the same educational level," Groff said. "He had conversations that vested in your education. He would invite you to his office hours and would discuss things with you for an hour at a time. He always had time for you."

Until that time, I loved writing just as much as I loved math. It was one of my strengths. I was good at it, and I enjoyed it. If anything, I thought I might fail citizenship. How could I have screwed up writing? I surely spelled every word correctly,

I have wanted to be a writer since before I could read. As a child, I copied picture books out onto sheets of paper, with the illustrations and all of the letters, before I could even put

writing. My attitude was very positive because the I see writing as a form of art. Similar to music

I remember the fear that my first writing held. My mother did, in fact, see it and I was in more trouble than before. It was definitely not a wise choice on my part, but it certainly did provide a very colorful first memory of writing!

My earliest experience with writing was my learning period that formed not only my style of writing but how I studied and the ability to apply words and concepts into a structured format. The process at first was difficult because it was my first time being exposed to structured writing which caused me to put it off until the last minute or lose interest in the topic I was writing about. The rowdy classroom was eager to release near the end of the day, but we knew we had to face one of the more uninteresting subjects of the day: middle school English.The teacher thoroughly explained our assignment which made each one of us cringe. The class finally initiated work mode and I was clueless. I would start to make progress but would be constantly

I believe that everyone should chase their dreams and never give up no matter how hard it gets. Two years ago during my sophomore year my friend, Janet, introduced me to a writing app called Wattpad. I fell in love with the app and my friend had written a story on their as well she encouraged me to publish a story I had been writing on Wattpad too. After some debate I decided take her advice and publish the story other people I knew ended up reading the book and told me to keep writing. So I continued to write throughout my sophomore year it was fun and easy at first until I ran into writers block and the story grinded to a halt.

From an early age, I wrote. It's what I did and could usually be found with a pencil and paper in hand. Though back then it was strictly for my eyes and mine alone. It was my much-needed escape when it wasn't a physical possibility, stuck in a small town where everyone knew who you were and what everyone else was up to. As a child, I didn't care if it made sense, if I was using proper syntax—after all, it was for me. I simply let whatever was in my head out, in whichever way it chose.

The earliest memory of my writing is in 4th grade we had to do the weekend news every Monday and it was due at the end of the day. I first would write down bullet points of what I did, for example, if I celebrated a birthday with someone or hanged out with my friends then we had to write it by hand on notebook paper and it had to be at least a page long. I was always the quickest because of what I did.

It was not until I reached kindergarten where I first learned how to write. Having parents that were not fluent in English and worked almost all day, I found school being the gateway to my academic success. Learning how to trace letters were the first steps to my literacy journey. Every morning, I would sit in my assigned seat where I had my very own box that contained my crayons. My first task was to trace my name on the paper with crayons, something that every kindergartner is anticipated to fulfill. I remember having so most trouble, everyone has trouble from time to time, but in my case it was all the time. Once the bell rang for recess, all the kids ran right past me to go play outside once they finished writing their name successfully. I was always the last one to go and my teacher, Mrs. Ross, would have to slowly spend more time with me, holding my hand and tracing my name so I could get the hang of it. I did not have the same help at home as I did in school. Unfortunately, my parents could not help me with any of my school work; I either had to be self taught or I had to turn to my teacher for assistance. “The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.” (Hellen Keller) I can relate to this quote because my kindergarten teacher was someone who inspired and motivated me to go past all odds. Like Hellen Keller, meeting Mrs.

be the best he could be. He was so eager to learn things and he was

Freshman English was more about reading than writing. I really felt the absence of creating in my day to day

second language. Through his example of resilience. He was able to show me; The human mind

I have always enjoyed writing, perhaps not as much as speaking, but enjoyed nonetheless. I began writing in primary school, and I distinctly remember deciding in grade five that I was going to write a novel. This is an idea that sends shivers down my spine now, as the idea of writing creatively is not one that I like, to say the least. From that point I slowly changed from someone who enjoyed the creativity of writing fiction to the angry and cynical non-fiction writer I am today. The reason why I made this change is quite clear to me, and although it only occurred rather recently, I can identify its origin in my childhood.

methods, he inspired his students to be themselves and act like individuals. He teaches them to