Personal Narrative: My Writing Over The Years

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 don’t really like writing because whenever my teacher tells me to write about something I start to get confused on what to say then I start to get mad at myself and start to cry.The best thing I have ever written is when I had to wrote about legos, it was a nine pages and alot idioms and more.

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.

Becoming an excellent writer takes plenty of practice and of course time, and dedication. As a writer myself I have many flaws that I need to work on in order to become successful in my freshman composition class. However I also have a few strengths that I believe will benefit me in class. In High school I had a difficult time in most of my english classes therefore I know it will be a struggle when entering Cal State La although I will perceiver it wont be easy. I will dedicate a lot of my time into my freshman composition class because it will be a class that I will have my hardest time in. Although it may be difficult, being consistent and having a positive mindset will push me through what i believe will be the class in which i struggle in throughout my university years.

My relationship with writing has varied throughout my life. As a young child, I found that though the process of writing came easily once I started, I dreaded the preparation. However, whenever someone asked me if I enjoyed writing, my answer was always yes. I spent time in elementary school writing on my own; I found it to be a great creative outlet as well as a stress reliever. I know, you’re probably wondering how much stress could I have had at seven or eight years old. You’d be surprised. Anyway, that’s not the point of this letter.

Writing has been a part of my life since I was a young lad. I loved making up stories, writing them down, and then telling these stories to my family. My dreams were to become a writer one day, but those dreams were destroyed by my step-father. He would tell me that I would never succeed in writing and never make a career out of it. I moved on from writing at a young age and did not enjoy it growing up after that moment. Once I got into high school I did not learn much techniques on writing due to my 9nth and 10nth grade teachers never putting effort into teaching the students. They would put a movie on every day and just be on their phones for the most part. This way of teaching changed when I entered 11nth grade. My English teacher, Mr. Ho, was different than my previous teachers.

I have never seen myself as a writer. I have never ever even fantasized about writing. I am a practical

My love for writing started when I was around ten years old. I was extremely shy growing up. I had friends but only a handful, I would rather be alone with a book or be working on a story. My writing was my escape from whatever was going on in my life whether it was my grandma being sick or getting in a fight with my older sister, all I needed was a notebook and a pen to write whatever I was feeling out. This lead to notebook upon notebook being filled with stories of the handsome prince saving the princess, or hopeful tales of a shy girl meeting her true love. I was in charge of my own little world and I could make anything and everything happen. As I grew older I kept writing, even though I had outgrown my shyness. I kept writing because

Everyone has their own style of writing. Many differ drastically, while others are extremely similar. Although my own writing could use numerous improvements, which I‘ve set as goals for this class, there are a few things that I’m partial to.

Who am I and why did I start writing? Both valid questions that I have recently been asked and both questions I am not entirely sure how to answer. I am a young woman with a passion for words. I am a sister, a daughter, an aunt, and a friend with endless amounts of love and laughter to share. I am emotional, intuitive and caring. I am a believer, a fighter and a lover. I am a lot of things, all of which contradict each other, yet complement each other. As for why I started writing, that's simpler to answer. Ever since I was a little girl I have always loved to read - it was always an escape. Through my parents' treacherous and painful separation, my sister leaving, bullies in school, and all the other horrors, books were always there to provide

It's not everyday you stumble across an interesting profile of someone you barely know. Though when you do, you start to take into account all the amazing experiences you can have together.

I love to write. Writing for me comes naturally; as I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. My first strength, when it comes to writing, is that I have a mind full of things to unleash upon the world. However, that particular strength can become a weakness because it causes the bad habit of rambling away from a chosen topic. My second strength is that I love writing; love it so much that I have written and published a science fiction book. On the other hand, my greatest weakness is formatting my writing to adhere to academic standards. As a result, my work sometimes gets too personal and mimics my love of writing science fiction. As was previously stated,

My relationship with writing would be described as a complicated relationship. I have always had cruddy luck with obtaining the “superb” English teachers, and was typically stuck with the “inadequate” English teacher. This “inadequate” teacher was typically the one with little to no experience, but would grade harshly with the mindset of a Ph.D. English professor. So, my relationship with writing has steadily gone to disheartening lows. These English teachers typically prescribed writing assignments of critical analysis. While I believe critical analysis should be taught to students because of the benefits due to the fact that it can be applied to a variety of subjects that the student may be taking, I still believe that a few people lean towards writing creatively. I have always been a voracious reader, but it doesn’t seem to reflect in my writing because all the writing that I have been doing up to this point has been critical analysis of other literature. I like to read fiction and enjoy it without complicating it. This is also the reason I like to read historical and science fiction.

It all comes back to when I picked up my first book as a child. I was always the kid that would sit in the corner and read while everyone was playing outside. I remember staring at the words typed on the pages on my books and wanting to be the one that wrote them. It came so naturally to me. As my love for reading grew, I started to be capable of writing. At that moment, it was just messy scribbles and circles on blank paper but to me, it was so much more.

“‘Oww!,’ I said as I fell off my bike.” These are the first words of a personal essay that I wrote in the second grade about learning how to ride a bicycle. I remember them so clearly because my teacher boasted to the class about my use of such an eye-catching introductory remark, so it seems appropriate to use those words here as well. Not only do these words mark the beginning of a growing girl’s literary journey, but also the start to a timeline of establishing a tangible identity for myself that is further revealed within memories of trashy magazines, banned books, and most notably, my own writing.