Writing in Role – Summative Kiyosha’s not who everyone thinks she is. At least, she’s not who I thought she was. I don’t understand how I didn’t see her scheme from a mile away. I mean, I’d been dating her for a year. I can’t sugar-coat it to myself. She used me. Last year was probably the best year ever. First year of high-school, and I was already one of the most popular kids. I met so many new people, made so many new friends, and even my grades were good. I still have my grade-representative speech memorized. I remember standing up there in front of the entire school; I remember them cheering before I even started. I didn’t even know half of the people that came up to congratulate me after I was done, and I never thought High School would be such a great place. I had a girlfriend! In grade 8 my teacher told me High School wasn’t going to be all fun and games like grade school. The day I won grade-rep was the day I thought I proved her wrong.
I didn’t.
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Mom and Dad got a divorce, I lost grade-rep in grade ten by a crazy margin, my grades dropped, but worst of all, I lost Jason. I had hundreds of friends in grade nine, but they weren’t all my “best” friends. It feels like I didn’t just lose the one friend I was closest to; I lost everything. I know it’s selfish to think that I lost everything when people have it worse, but that’s exactly what it feels like. I was someone who people looked up to and liked. Now I’m one of the people looking up to others. And now, after almost 2 years, I get dumped by Kiyosha. I was the popular one! She was reaching and I was settling. She used my popularity to get to where she is now. And when she realized she didn’t need me anymore, she called it
My writing experience started in high school. I was part of the high school yearbook. I was business editor as a freshman up to being the editor my senior year. I also participated on the newspaper staff. I had some experience in college, but I did not finish college. I then did not have any more experience until I started work as a leader at Nisco. I finally started college classes again.
Distant, cold, and non-existent describes my relationship with writing. My relationship with writing has never been a close relationship. Writing has always been difficult for me. I have never hated writing, but it has been a constant challenge for me. I will be discussing my fears of writing, the value of being able to express your ideas through writing, and what excites me about writing more and more.
I have a love-hate relationship with writing. I can write well according to some of my peers; though this could just be from the fact that I seem like the quiet, studious, type who has spent most of her time with the straight "A" nerds who went on to top tier schools such as Stanford. Sometimes I am not too sure of my own writing abilities. On most essays, I get a little bit above average grades and every once in a while I get a few more points than usual. I have noticed that my writing is better when I have to write about a topic I am passionate or know a lot about. The more I have to work with the better. Otherwise, my writing seems poor, forced, and somewhat bland. It usually follows a poor or basic thesis statement and lazy paragraphs. I believe motivation helps me to write better,
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.
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
My experiences as a writer have been both very engrossing and strenuous. I have learned a great quantity on both reading and writing, though, I continue to struggle on things that I have learned by this time, making the same mistakes that I do not even realize. Sometimes things are not so easy to understand when reading information, especially if the wording of an article is difficult for example. I love the idea of learning new things everyday. These past years as a writer have been very interesting, and I have learned and grasped many concepts I have been taught along the way.
When it comes to writing I have a mental breakdown, I get nervous, overthink, and emotionally stressed. These three words describe me as a writer. In high school I would have a difficult time starting papers, often times my weaknesses was grammar and sentences fragments. How I feel about writing is how I feel when a love one dies. It's like as if I'm at a funeral and my paper is the one being funeralized. I think the reason why I am how I am about writing is because my college English teacher in high school was so harsh on my papers, and ever since then I've been traumatize to write papers.
Seated in my petunia pink room at my tan desk an excruciating voice rang through my eardrum. “Again!” the voice bellowed. I hurried to rewrite my work. I started at the beginning with printed letters. A,a,B,b,C,c… I wrote every letter of the alphabet capitalized and lower cased. “Now cursive!” snapped the voice sharply. Again, I wrote all the letters but in cursive this time.
My experience with writing has been very up and down because I have a hard time focusing on the topic. I would say that’s something I need to honestly work on because my attitude is if I'm not into it then I'm not doing it simple. Some of my past teachers in high school said that I could write but I honestly don’t know about now. I'll admit that I've gotten lazy in the sense that if I'm not into the work then I'll just pass it with a D or just retake it. I need to get out of that and just suck it up and get it over and done with.
I started my freshman year at Bridgewater as a biology major. I had a full load of mainly biology core courses and a couple general education classes. When I took Effective Writing with Dr. Cook spring semester of my freshman year I realized that I wanted to work with and analyze real life situations. I wrote and researched how a tragedy leads to changes in the way people act and see things in a different perspective. I compared the how the victims of the plane crash of the Uruguayan rugby players, and the Chilean miners who were stuck in a mine reacted to everyday situations. The research and different writing opportunities made me realize that I was in the wrong field of study. After discussing several options with the academic dean, I declared
This piece of writing is a narrative writing piece, my aim is to create an atmosphere of fear and create an experience of the operation. In the writing, I used first person pronouns to show that was a first hand experience. I used I, me, and myself in this writing. I also used sensory details as the smell of the material in the operating room - the smell of anti-infective was strong and strange for me. It helps to create an atmosphere and makes the writing more authentic. I used colour adjectives to help the reader visualize the scenes – pale and blue watch. Furthermore, I also used the sounds to make my writing lively and vivid – “Tik-tok, tik-tok, tik-tok”
The writing process feels different to me depending on the topic I am writing about. Topics I don’t care for feel very long and tedious and it seems like I’m spending more time thinking about what to write than actually writing. Topics that I do like on the other hand feel much easier to write about and can feel like I’m almost rambling. My writing process begins with a fairly lengthy brainstorming session.
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.
Challenges are everywhere especially when you are going to school and with each challenge you become mature. I remember when I entered first grade I was having difficulties with reading and writing, so my teacher discussed this issue with my parents so they can work on helping me improve my reading and writing skills. When my teacher saw that I really wanted to change and I was willing to work hard for it, she helped me tremendously to achieve my goal. I remember spending eight hours a day studying and my dad would always bring something new that would help me learn better. Additionally, I remember that sometimes I would spend lunch breaks with my teacher reading books. The thing that mostly made me want to work this hard was to regain my confidence in front of the other students.
Writing is always giving me that love and hate feeling. Generally, if you ask me about my writings, I assume you are asking about personal writing, because academic writing is something I just have started last year. In addition, one thing that I love about writing is that give me a chance to express myself. So, let’s focus on my personal writing first. Like most of the kids from China, I officially started writing in my first year of elementary school. I don’t know if you can tell but I was being considered one of the best writer in our class. I was that kid whose writing was always being read in front of class as the good example. I was, kind of proud, at least at that period. A lot of credit must go to my mom, who has taught me how to write