I have been reading and writing for most of my life. It all started way back in middle school. Most of my writings ended up being persuasive or narrative pieces. I would just sit down and pour out stories about myself onto pages like I was talking to a huge audience that was, for some reason, super interested in me. I remember in 7th grade I loved writing because I just got to talk about my life and all the things that happened to me. Whether the story was embarrassing to me, or were big milestones in my 13-year old life I always had a place to share a piece of me. If I couldn’t think of anything, I could just make something up and no one would know it wasn’t true. I would write about my crazy family and all the dysfunctional vacations we would go on and it didn’t even feel like an assignment to me. It was easy. It was a place that I could really express myself and I loved it. This sparked an interest in literature and writing that was carried out through my future in different forms. Components of all the writing and reading experiences I had, still show up in my writing style now, even if I’m not intentionally adding them in. But I’ll talk about that later, now for the next stop on my writing journey.
As I got older, I stopped writing for fun. I only wrote papers about things I had no interest in like history or analysis of boring books that I was forced to read. So, to balance it out I began reading things I had an interest in, poetry. I always enjoyed writing about
There is nothing that has had a bigger impact on my life than learning to read and write. I remember being in elementary school and the teacher emphasizing that reading and writing is fundamental. I didn’t know what that meant or why she kept repeating that over again. As I started to grow older I slowly understood a part of it. It began by observing my father every morning, he would buy the Spanish newspaper and would read it. One day I asked him if I could read the newspaper, I knew I couldn’t read Spanish but I was curious. I recall breaking up the words and putting them together like I learned in school. To only realize that Spanish is phonetically written. From there I learned that there is an important connection in Spanish and English that is important just as reading and writing in my life. There are many types of outcomes that I gained from learning to read and write. Such as being able to expand my knowledge, observing how communication is interacted in reading and writing, and appreciating the creativity of it.
My history as a writer began ever since I was in school. I have always loved writing. I also love to read. I find it easy to express how I feel on paper. Language arts has always been one of my favorite classes in school.
If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.
Up to this point, the majority of my writing has been for school, and for informal uses among my peers. When I was younger, there was nowhere near the amount of typing and talking to friends as there is now. I believe that as
One of the things I feel very strongly about is writing. I like how you can say whatever you want knowing that it is your opinion. You have freedom over what you say. Some things that are written could be seen as controversial, but in the scheme of things, most of what is said is okay because at the end of the day you have the right to freedom of speech. Personally writing is an escape from life, whether it is full of pain, sadness, chaos, or just plain boredom. A few years ago my imagination was bright. It held quite a bit of good ideas, but somewhere along the way to now I lost most of that ability to think of the most random plot lines or ideas to write about. My creativity slowly burned out, kind of like a candle. Then one morning not too
Learning how to read and write was a challenging task for me as a kid. I believe I couldn’t read until the second grade and that was embarrassing. Being a slow learner made me insecure, which hindered me from building the confidence I needed to succeed and get pass identifying with having a disability. Instead, I was enrolled into a special ed class that I had to leave my regular class to attend. During my special ed class all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to get back to my regular class so I didn’t have to tell any of my classmate where I was. Therefore, my focus unfortunately wasn’t on learning, like it should have been!
Writing has been an outlet for me, and has allowed me to express my passions, guided me along a trying time in my life, and has forced me to acknowledge that I can’t let a disease define who I am, and moreover has pushed me to discover that I’m a passionate young man
Writing is a form of art. Just as an artist paints an image to convey some sort of deeper meaning hidden beneath the surface, a writer creates a portrait through words and structure to communicate the same sort of meaning. Writing, however, follows some sort of specific guidelines and the parameters become slimmer and more defined as you get older and more experienced. I learned the basics of writing in elementary school. Back then, it was more enjoyable and seemed to allow more room for creativity. Simple, broad topics such as describing how your Thanksgiving break went were common and allowed you to write basically whatever you wanted and in whatever form you chose. Boundaries to my writing became solidified in high school. During those four years, I learned proper sentence structure, how to compose a five paragraph essay, and all the restrictions that came along with upper-level writing. I began losing interest in writing, thinking that it would only become more
Writing has always been a part of who I am and who I want to be. One of my first and favorite childhood memories in school was a classroom book writing project. Ever since I could write my name, I have kept a journal. In school, I always did well in English and thought I knew quiet a lot about it. However, since taking English Composition and Rhetoric this semester, I have learned that I did not know nearly as much as I thought I did.
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
From a very young age, writing has been a passion of mine. Through writing I have developed an
Writing has always played a huge role in my life. I’ve been reading writing for as long as I can remember as I have an immense love of reading. This love would grow into a love for writing as well; I still stumble upon journals and writings from my five-year-old self about the happenings in my kindergarten class. As time would go on I would discover academic writing, and how to convey my thoughts on what was the topic of student that particular year or semester in my schooling. Later, writing would become a constant for me, and a comfort; I was known to my friends as always having a journal, and a pen on my person. I learned to write down my feelings and my thoughts, song lyrics that were in my head, reflections for the day. I learned how
Reading and writing are two of the most important tools in my life, because without them I would not have an education. They form the basis of a class; for example, completing a lab in chemistry would not be possible without following a written lab procedure. These two skills are taught at such a young age, and as education advances students must continue to strive to reach a higher level. I can remember in elementary school, we were always pushed to reach the next reading level once we had successfully mastered the one we were on. It was always a competition for my sister and I to be at a higher level, I usually won. Even though I was excelling in reading it was the complete opposite for writing. It is something that has never come easy
Reading and writing are both important; you can’t have one without the other. They are skills that are increased constantly due to little things that most times are not noticed. Whether it is from a book to a poem, there will always be a way that it helps out your school performance. Reading and writing in general only helps absorb information, and enhance leisure or school related writing tasks. It has also made life itself so much easier because reading and writing are so beneficial for school and for life. How much you read and write today, will somehow affect your future job, family, position, or even your salary.
Reading is an activity we are constantly faced with from the moment we learn to do it basically, just like walking or sitting down. However, people learn to read in order to communicate, to express, and to project things that are hidden inside their own minds and they will not come out easily by just talking. One might need to think, deep enough, and find the words they were looking for. Afterward, it is up to the person to decide what to do with those words, of course, they want the words to be heard, but sometimes more is needed. It would be a waste of time if all that effort that was spent just for thinking ended up in a few words that will vanish in the air. Yes, maybe those words reached someone else’s heart and feelings, but more