The Importance Of Writing And Writing

I went to a relatively large public school and getting a high score amongst the entire 8th grade class truly felt like an accomplishment. Writing gave me an indescribable sense of fulfillment and I aspired to become an author, journalist, writer, or anything in that essence. However, once I reached high school by some means it all changed. I began drifting away from my once exceptionally hopeful dreams. The wrong crowd became my crowd and school just didn’t seem as significant anymore. Though, in spite of everything, I continued to write poems about my life and things I had witnessed, as well as things I felt strongly about. In addition, I also tried to keep up with writing in my journals. But one day, I put the pen down and never picked it back up again. Now, at 29 years old, I constantly wonder what could have been if I had never discontinued writing. It’s been over a decade since I’ve actually written for pure personal gratification like I used to. Although I sometimes enjoy writing assignments I am given in college, the flow and creativity that was once so easily attainable does not come as naturally to me any

From SAT essays to high school papers, I rarely wrote what I considered good writing, but rather altered my style to cater to the taste of the given judge. When did I start to perceive writing as a competition, a grade, or a platform to flaunt one’s intelligence? Attempts at submitting my ‘best work’ and the expectation that goes hand in hand, has plagued me with the irrational fear of failure and my obsession with perfectionism. I’ve spent days rewording the lines of a paragraph, refusing to move forward until each word was placed in a neat manner, like aligning books on a shelf. The continuous self­-criticism jabs at me: my writing is caged and inept, a bird that flaps its wings for a couple of beats but soon drops into the

Since elementary school I have exhibited a talent for writing. What started out as mere ten page stories about cats hunting mice or Greek Gods turning people into blob fish expanded into publishing a four hundred page long summer camp murder mystery as an eBook with my friend Henry in eighth grade. Over the years I have become more passionate about my writing, and over the years my grammar and writing style have grown tremendously. Looking back at the book I helped write in eighth grade I can’t help but cringe at the mistakes we missed and dull language we used. If I had written the eBook at the level I am now it would have been much longer, extremely detailed, and correct grammar wise. I realize the story could be leagues better, so I’m currently

As a writer, I have improved tremendously. Over the course of the 2015 fall semester, English 015 has helped me grow as a writer in all ways possible. From hearing Dr. Duffy’s wise words regarding writing throughout class, to participating in peer review sessions, writing has become a skill that I have flourished in. As a child, I would constantly write stories and poems to express my feelings and emotions. Sadly enough, I can admit that as a lonely child, writing was my only companion and confidant. As an eight year old child, I found myself writing stories about the individuals in or around my life. After creating a satire about my mother’s workplace and the employee’s who worked there, I knew I had a gift regarding writing. I watched my

For as long as I can remember, I hated writing with great passion. I would do my best to opt out of my writing assignments when possible and when it was not possible I would hand in such subpar paper some of my teachers believed me to be below my appropriate class level. However, at some point, before this time, I enjoyed writing with my favorite form of writing being poetry. My attitude toward writing took a major shift when my third-grade teacher would denigrate my papers due to my creativity in writing. I would not follow her instruction prompting me to receive below average grades in most of my writing assignments. At the time I did not have a clear understanding of the error I was committing and when my mother would try to help she would push too hard on making my writing to her standards. This only furthered my growing dislike for writing.

I have been and will always be a writer. My mom has told me stories of how in first grade, I would sit in my room for hours writing and illustrating “The Many Adventures of Spider-Boy,” my first comic series. Encouraged by my parents, teachers, and friends, I continued to write and draw in my free time. However, as I got older and my writing matured, it became more difficult to write. Writing was no longer just a fun hobby, it became the way to realize my stories. When I’d sit down to write the beginning of a new story, I would have a few sentences down and then think it doesn’t sound right, so I’d go back and rewrite the beginning. Over and over again, I’d keep coming back to the beginning never feeling entirely satisfied with

From writing little stories in notebooks to attempting full length novels, writing has always been a huge passion of mine. As I think back on some of the pieces I’ve written in early 2016 and late 2015 I noticed a huge dip. During the point of me moving and leaving behind a life I had known, my inspiration seemed to have dissolved into almost nothing. I always knew that the way I wrote directly paralleled whatever I was feeling at the time, and the lack of work I had done definitely showed how much I felt I had lost. This blog hasn’t just been an assignment, it’s been a journey to recovery.

I have been writing since I can remember. I have been told that I have an advanced vocabulary (well beyond those of expletives, and then some). The earliest memory I can recall was writing on my grandmother’s ancient Microsoft computer in the summer following fourth grade. I spent all of my free time writing. I would spend hours staring at the blinking cursor, eventually persisting through periods of writer's block. I typed, furiously, in a hurry for the words that had been forming in my head to break free. I read and reread over what I had wrote, second-guessing and doubting myself. I had my grandmother read it, and was given constructive criticism. I took her suggestions to heart, and rewrote what I had written until it was perfect, in my eyes. My writing skills considerably proceeding fourth grade. I know this because my grandmother still has the binder that contained stories I wrote after fourth grade, as well as

On November 21, 2017 I made the biggest mistake in my academic career. I turned in a crap essay to a college level class. I received a “B” and that is the lowest I have ever scored on an essay. This experience has taught me a lot though, it showed me my strengths and weaknesses when writing. I have learned that my writing is best when I am motivated because I am intrigued by the topic I am writing about. On the other hand my writing is the worst when it is rushed, like my “Transcendentalism and American Romanticism”essay. My writing also takes a hit because I have a hard time changing my writing based on others suggestions and my ignorance to commas.

That first grader with the dark hair was me, and, as I’m told, I could be quite stubborn if I wanted to. Now I’m thirteen years old and in eighth grade, and I’ve evolved some since then, some. I soon fell in love with creative writing, and I love it to this day, but back then I had a bit of an issue. My reading skills were a grade below the grade level and math was a constant frustration. When everyone would breeze through a simple story problem, I’d still be busying away, trying to count five plus seven on my finger tips. I hated school, math, and writing, and the only thing I really felt I excelled at were P.E. and art, which were depressingly short periods. That is until I discovered creative writing. Armed with what I prefer to think of as an excessively overactive imagination, I embraced this form of expression wholeheartedly. To me it was sharing my stories with the rest world around me, and to me it just felt right. Since I already had a fairly large vocabulary for my age and was familiar with how authors spoke in real stories, I started getting good at this new form of expression, well, as good as a first grader who couldn’t spell ‘city’ could get. For another year, I explored the basics of creative writing until my first school, a private institution called Discovery School, shut down. I was in second grade, going into

Life has thrown me numerous amounts of obstacles when it comes to my writing flourishing and growing. One moment I will be typing out straight ‘A’ papers and other days my text resembles a children’s book, and not on purpose. My journey of writing is a giant roller coaster of ideas that takes twists and turns at every second; I never know when the drop is going to happen. When it comes to my writing I have good and bad days, however; that has not stopped me from expressing myself through text.

In the end, writing has many purposes. It can be used from information to entertainment. The only thing that matters is the person holding the pen or sitting behind the computer.

Language is an essential thing in someone’s daily life. Whether it is written or spoken it is our main way of communication with one another because of this someone is taught how to write and speak properly. Speaking is easier than writing because it is something someone has been doing since they were child. This is different for writing. A person is taught how to write when he or she goes to school and improves over time. I started writing papers after I came to the United States in 2014. I have improved on my writing skills since then. English 101 has helped me to write as a college level student. I am now able to organize essays and be able to write them in well structured way.

There are many actions, characteristics, and goals that are set throughout life that help people become literate in something, whether it is in a sport, a school subject, or a hobby. Recognizing any strengths or weaknesses and setting out to make them better are also a large part in one’s journey to becoming who they are today. Subjects such as language arts are especially helpful when doing this and help bring out the voices of writers and readers, young and old. For me, the activities and decisions I have made up to this point, including reading and writing, have made me the person that I am today. Reflecting on this and my personality, strengths, and weaknesses have also contributed to my growth over the years and have pushed me

“Red Rover, Red Rover, send Chase right over!” I could hear the laughter of the kids running around outside. “Ryan! Get back to work! Stop looking out the window!” My teacher barked. I felt trapped and isolated. As a child, my negative experiences in writing overshadowed the positive ones. These negative experiences all started in elementary school. I was selected to be part of an enrichment program. In this program, I worked on special assignments and community service projects. For example, I gave a presentation to other kids at the school about firework safety. I even helped make bandages from old bed sheets to give to hospitals in Ghana. I also went on various field trips. One that I still remember to