Personal Narrative Writing : The University Of Georgia SAQ

My feelings about writing are something a teacher does not want to here. Personally I do not like to write because I struggle at it just like reading. Another reason why I do not like writing is because it is very time consuming and I do not have the patience. Writing takes many steps and processes to have a good piece of work when I would rather skip them all too just a couple steps. When I am trying to writing I feel like I so many ideas and topics to write about, but when time comes to write. Boom nothing comes to me, and I sit there staring at my blank piece of paper stressing. Trying to focus is another reason that makes me dislike writing. Before I start the paper I am think I am going to sit down and get this paper done and over with,

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.

In the coming months, I began spending more time alone in the library and grassland thinking the “abstract”. It coincided with the start of high school. So, I had no one whom I would call “friend” at that time. When my peers used to talk about sports, girls and Facebook memes, I lacked any interest. I found it not only difficult to socialize, but to some degree unnecessary. Teenage conversations can be so much lame, juvenile and intellectually bereft. I hated small talks and discussions about people or events. In short, I did not fit there.

Al, Alde, de, shon, deshon, and Al’Deshon my name takes on many forms. Kind of like my writing in a sense. I have never been a strong writing also being the reason, I took this class first semester I think. If I get it out of the way maybe I’ll have an easier chance of reaching the finish line happening to be graduation.

When writing any document, the author must understand their audience before writing anything (Vandermey, 2012). Making sure my content has the attention of the reader is essential for any writer and understanding the process to write interesting material is the author’s goal (Emery, 2014). While all authors have fear and apprehensions about writing, their passion usually comes out on top when authoring a document or paper. My writing style creates fears, however, my passion to communicate properly with my audience drives my overall writing style.

My writing style throughout junior year has changed drastically. With each essay my motivation to write better went down. I started to do the bare minimum with each essay. I did not do a rough draft or double check any of my work. My first essay I wanted to do a decent job so I can start the year off with a good start. I wrote very clearly and did what the prompt said. After that essay I did not care so much about what I had to do to get an A again. Yes, this is very irresponsible of me, but as the year went on I lost my drive to do better. I think as a writer I have gotten worse, because I did not write to my full potential.

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.

I think that my writing style leans well more on the creative and entertaining side than the informative side of the spectrum. This is reflected on some of the titles I have come up with for all of my papers and use of wordplay in a lot of passages. That being said, it was quite a struggle to stop using clever language and focus solely on the content of the paper. Even if that did improve over the course of the semester, I still feel like that style of writing didn’t leave me, nor will it. I can always prevent myself from using metaphors and the likes in research papers, but I will still have those metaphors and analogies in me to use for creative purposes, where I normally steer my writing towards.

Through this assignment, I have learned some new writing skills and recalled some of the writing strategies I learned from my previous writing courses at UC Davis. For instance, I learned that free-write is a good technique in writing because it allows writers to write down all their ideas without judging them. I will definitely apply this technique in my future assignments not only in this course, but also other courses that require me to write.

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 can still remember my heart pounding out of my chest. It was my first time in Writing 1, and my nerves were mostly the result of a friend’s advice. Winter quarter, my friend told me about her struggles in her writing class and she advised me not to take Professor Bernstein for Writing because as she said “he is really tough and a very hard grader.” However, I had no other option but to take writing with Professor Bernstein because all the other writing 1 classes conflicted with my schedule. Nevertheless, nine weeks have past since I first stepped foot in Writing 1, and I can certainly say that I have learned more than I ever expected. Yes, it is true, this class has been a challenge like no other, especially for me, being that English is

Thank you for your helping with my case. I am so glad that I don’t need to add another reading and writing class in this semester.

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

My family’s old, rusted, and sentimental gold van crawled its way into the Valley Fair parking lot. As I got out of the car all I could hear were screams of frightened girls on rides and the metal cars racing against the coaster. I felt my heartbeat rise and my hands became sweaty. At the age of nine I was a very different kind of fourth grader. If I saw a waterslide, no matter the height, I

Outside the rain was pouring, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had run up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” The girl said excitedly. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was content, I felt safe. I found it calming to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed incredibly close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.