Social Issues And Politics : School

I have always had a love hate relationship with writing. I like to think of myself as a very creative person who enjoys being expressive with my words, that is until it comes to putting them down on paper. I have always pride myself in having an expansive vocabulary and ability to articulate my emotions clearly from a young age. I had always excelled in my Literature and English courses in High School but soon found a stronger calling in public speaking and presenting. Though a daunting task for many I always found it so much easier to speak my mind then try to format my thoughts into an essay. Writing is one of those skills that if you do not continue to practice you can lose strength in rapidly.

Writing isn’t for everyone, yet the number of people writing in this exact moment is pretty monstrous if you google it. Writing has basically been there for me since I was born, it was there when they wrote my birth certificate, when i was learning how to write my name, when i wrote my first essay, taking the STAAR tests, practicing for the AP test, to my first writing assignment for college. People are gifted with creating such rich, breathtaking, emotional, and deep work that last for generations and generations (not me), but writing has not always been a friend to me. The process of writing is not just write and your done, no you need to take time and let your ideas gush out (duh you already knew that) but also to edit and revise to make those final drafts. Writing can be a huge pain in the buttocks (ass), but it isn 't that bad. Here are some of my issues and strengths about writing and my take on it.

The Superintendent walked solemnly down the dimly lit hallway. The vast walls of lockers gave him an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, eating away at his soul like acid eating away metal. The psychologically effects transmitted to his outer body, causing him to halt to an abrupt stop. Standing like a deer in headlights, his mind was instantaneously flooded with brisk images of the once flourishing hallways. He stifled a faux smile, composed himself, and erratically walked into the main office, where he prepared to apologetically deliver the final afternoon announcement of the High School’s history. Alone¬¬––later in his office, another pang of dense, impenetrable darkness suffocated him and he let out a cry of resignation. He put his chapped

Writing, I mean the process that we implant our ideas in; use certain skills to arrange them in a pursuable way and of course polish the words with our heart, differs from what I learned under a circumstance of passing a class or getting a good grade in a language test. I am not born in a circumstance that widely use English, and writing to me is a subject that I need to pass my English classes. I do not like to write things with limited topics and selected materials because that is lame and it does not involve many personal interests in it, I like to write things that can deliver my ideas and thoughts with materials that I interested in. I am not a good writer as I lack of understandings of English itself, I cannot find suitable words that

I believe I do have some good traits as a writer, just no enough of them to overcome my self-consciousness. I am creative, I have an active imagination, and I am able to speak in detail about subjects that I am familiar with. Ultimately, my desire is to entertain a reader with the art of wordsmithing. One of my most successful times I had during the writing process came in 9th grade, when I was required to write my opinion on the different art mediums. My teacher at the time was Mr. Bob Chapman and he gave us free reign, and I remember without limitations it came out naturally, obviously needing revisions and proof reading but getting the information and ideas down on paper seemed effortless. I cannot specifically point to why that was, but can only assume that it was a combination of

I don’t know if not being an imaginative individual may be at fault, but ever since I pick up my first writing utensil I was not a fan of writing on the spot. When I always hear the dreadful words coming from an English teacher, “Well class, today we will be having a free-write”, my heart drops. Fear, of the possibility of being the last individual writing, encountering multiple issues from knowing what to write about to what shall be the focus of the story. Perhaps, my inability of writing any creative piece can be layback to the constant issue of knowing where and how to start and finish. Nonetheless, moving away from genres, my ultimate weakness would have to be mechanics. I mean, I understand the basics of noun, verb, punctuation, and so forth, but I regularly find myself re-reading my writing pieces over and over and still finding everlasting

Ever since I was young, I remember being completely fascinated with science, and specifically biology. Middle school was when I realized how fascinated I am by animals, their behavior, and their welfare. I began to notice the overpopulation issue of strays and the overfill in local shelters. It opened my eyes to what seemed like a different aspect of the world. There are so many social issues that people are focused on, and some people have started to ignore other living creatures. This has struck me. As I've been getting older, I feel, more and more, like I can make a difference, at least in my community. Now, since I have started driving, I have rehabilitated a kitten I found, taken countless stray cats to a local spay/neuter clinic, and

Twenty-seven students enrolled in an Educational Leadership Program at Sacred Heart University conducted this research. As post-graduate students, and veteran educators aspiring to leadership positions, we bring a wealth of practical experience through our service in a wide variety of public school districts in Connecticut. As educators who care deeply about the quality of education for all public school students in Connecticut, we are driven by a deep desire for social justice. Creswell (2013) stated that social justice theories involve, “…advocacy/participatory theories seeking to bring about change or address social justice issues in our societies” (p.23). As educators, we recognize the importance of school funding levels that ensure all

In the third grade I was one of the few kids who still wasn’t able to read. I remember very clearly being embarrassed whenever my teacher told us to go read when we were done with our work because all I could do was look at the pictures. Somehow, despite being a late bloomer, I developed a love for reading. That love quickly turned into a love of the english language as a whole, and gave me the intense desire to write. Since I can remember I’ve always loved writing, no matter what type it was. Academic, creative, fictitious or non fiction, I’ve always loved it. Though I still do spend a lot of my time procrastinating at the start of an essay, I’ve always been able to manage to get something out that I’ve felt at least mostly proud of.

My high school education pushed me to focus on excellent word choice and creating sentences that flow smoothly. Expressing myself via the written word has always been my preferred form of communication. Ever since I was little I enjoyed writing short stories and letters to my grandparents. The training I received in school assisted me in my development of choosing the right words to explain what I was striving to communicate in an effective fashion. Forming sentences that flowed together in an organized manner was also a skill I was naturally gifted with but have worked diligently to hone over the years. These aspects of writing are what comes naturally to me and have allowed me to sharpen other facets of my writing ability throughout this class.

Ever since I was little, I have always had the talent to write. During elementary school, I was the girl who wrote mini books to share with friends and told long fantasy stories that I wrote during lunchtime. Things such as essays, research papers, or creative writing assignments have always been written in a breeze. Writing is one skill that comes natural to me and has never been a task that I have struggled to do. Writing is special to me since it allows me to express my ideas, thoughts, and aspects of myself in a multitude of ways- poetry, songs, stories, and speeches; writing has given me endless forms of self-expression. Similarly to school, writing is something that makes me think. Writing is a talent that takes up all of my brainpower

From writing to freeskiing, I’ve fallen in love with activities that allow me to exercise my creativity. I grew into my first love, writing, slowly and with great effort. My first drafts have never been exceptional, or even remotely passable, but I loved the way I could track the evolution of my work from first to final draft and how small changes in word choice could shift the tone of an entire essay. Writing allows me to clear my head and keep thoughts that would normally lead to anxiety in a separate space for safekeeping. I often conduct thought experiments or research things that are on my mind and process them through different pieces like news articles, spec scripts and short stories. Being able to pour most of my more inventive and emotional thoughts onto paper allows me to think more rationally and logically in general, without sacrificing my emotional intuition because I’ve squeezed the excess into different written scenarios.

Three days and several rough drafts later I am finally ready to type this essay. You see, I am not a writer- I don’t have the patience nor the talent, it seems. For as long as I can remember writing has proved to be quite the obstacle throughout the whole of my academic career. And, yet, I have had so many (teachers, fellow students, etc.) compliment me on my so-called skills. I have never understood that. If I am so talented at writing, why then must it be so difficult?

Every one has their subjects that they love and hate, and for it was defiantly writing. Writing is something I dreaded for a long time; I developed my hatred towards writing since probably elementary school. I hate writing when I’m expected to put a spin on a subject that just doesn’t work for me, personally. There are many times when I have papers due and sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say towards the topic. I could write a paragraph but to continuously write paragraphs after paragraphs it gets a little harder. I always contradict myself in my writings but that is something I have grown out of. Writing is time consuming and requires a lot of effort. They require a lot of planning and usually some accompanying reading and note taking. Taking notes is one of my weaknesses. In some intuitions like my high school for instances there was not enough time is given to the rough draft and not enough feedback is given before the essay receives a final grade. I personally believe that not everyone is a "natural-born" writer; but I do believe that everyone has the capability to become a decent writer.

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s