What I Learned

There is a multitude of jobs and careers I want to have, as some of you may know, but I think we’re only allowed to talk about one. However, there is one job in particular that I know that I’ll do, whether I’m paid for it or not. That job is writing. Not only do you need language skills, but I believe that you will need creativity and an immense amount of patience in order to be a successful writer of any sort.

I’m not a notable writer, nor have I really wanted to join the writing industry. However, I have been interested in other people’s writing. From their deep meanings, content, and different formats/styles. It’s a wondrous creation made from within our imagination and experiences. It has inspired me to write too. I’ve been writing most of my life that it has become a necessity. And now from my past experiences with writing, I try my best to improve my skills as a writer for the future.

I glanced around at the groups of individuals and saw how they were all taking a gander at me, I looked down at the ground in shame. Most of my days I wish I could be off various shading as I believe that life would be so considerably simpler and I myself would not be disgraced upon. At the present time my compensation is gradually going down because of the bank and the joblessness rate in America. The unemployment is awful in light of the fact that it's going down, yet the dread of losing my job is even more nerve wracking as I get told every day that I am pointless for society which makes me significantly more anxious for what the future holds. I stopped with my daydream when I looked up at the building that was standing in front of me, the only place that offered me a job them all so long four months ago. I took a deep breath and walked into the factory, I looked to my left at how many people worked here and noticed that even more people were gone. I shivered in fright of the thought of losing my job and quickly put the dirty apron on that said my name and went to the back, the place where I

My growth as a writer has been going uphill since the very first mini paper. I came to Heartland Community College thinking, I was an okay writer. They told me when I took the placement test I wrote a college level but I didn’t see it myself. I would look at other classmates work and be kind of upset with myself for not making the same choices they did. Maybe I could have changed a word or maybe talked about a different subject and try to not go off topic so much. Well if it wasn’t a Gladwell paper because he tends to go off topic in his papers. The break up letter took me so long to do, I was so nervous because I didn’t want to sound like a high school kid and get a bad great for not pushing myself to the next level.

I started college last semester for the first time in my life. I took five classes which made up twelve credits I needed to go fulltime. I quit my job, so I could just focus on school and get good grades. In the nursing field you have to get good grades to be accepted in schools and to get scholarships to help pay for college. Since I was out of school for over twenty five years, I knew it would be difficult for me at first until I got back into the rhythm of things again. I also knew that I could not juggle a full or part time job and go to school.

My teacher mocked me this week and I fell into a depressive state. I cried in my bed for hours, and in the shower. How can the career path that everyone saw me excel at, have my teacher tell me that I won't make a good teacher and to mock me! The next day when I went to a screenwriting course, I wasn't my typical happy go lucky self. I saw no hope or future in my life. Then I walked into Robert McKee's screenwriting course and it greaty impacted my life. Throgh Mr. McKee's seminar I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Mr. McKee restored my life and hopes, dreams, and future plans. He did this through an indepth conversation about screenwriting. Hearing the words I was motivated to finish writing my screenplays. While I was in the

I found myself aimlessly thinking of a career I was truly passionate about. I often found myself thinking of my friend and family member who had passed away in my teenage years. I thought of all the things she would never get to accomplish and the dreams she would no longer get to fulfill. I thought of myself and how I still had the ability to chase my wildest dreams. So I did something I had not done for some time, I had a leap of faith. I started to look into applying to law schools. While I was always intrigued with the multiple facets of the law I thought it beside myself to actually become a lawyer. But, instead of letting fear rule me I choose to push myself beyond my level of comfort. This journey has revealed to me many sides of myself that I thought long lost. One of my favorite quotes state: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure”. All those years of uncertainty after a tragic loss had taught me not only to trust myself but the ability to gain perspective from the

“Life was not something to be learned but to be lived” I Stand Here Writing. This quote has gotten me to think about it more and more when I had continued the whole reading. This quote got me thinking was what one thing if I had  learned from all those pass experiences  that had happened  in my life. I  started thinking about  the things I would like to do, to be living my life like I need to instead of just learning from it.

As a senior in high school, it’s quite dangerous to not have my eye locked on a career yet.I used to have somewhat of a passion for wanting to write, but that’s gone, and the blog that I had created hasn’t been touched in some time. I have interests in a variety of things, I love playing sports, I have a great

I used to believe; if there were books to read, I could always find peace. Sadly, my growing interest in writing, increased my need to escape. Even though my love for books never diminished, my need to write no longer was just for satisfaction. I now wished to make a career out of my desire to write. This dream pushed me to work harder and write more. From stories, to poems, to song lyrics, my writing had evolved. Writing had become a part of my daily routine, and I began to seek praise for my writings. My need for praise created a fear of rejection. I feared someone not appreciating what I wrote. Finding fault in what I chose to express through my writings, and when that faithful day arrived, I was devastated. Years of praise and critiques, never prepared me for what occurred at Warwick High School. My first year (9th grade), during second semester, sixth period English with Mrs. Elliot Skinner; what I had feared the most, had come true in the worse possible way.

There are multiple things that I have learned in my life that has helped me survive in society. I've learned how to communicate and have a conversation with other people. I learned how to show respect for myself and how to show respect to the people that I encounter on a daily base. I learned how to cope with the bad thing that have happened in my life. I've learned to never lose site of who you are as a person and only change who you are because you want to change.

There are many things that I am as a learner. One thing that tells you what kind of learner I am is that I’m a decision maker. I learned that I am a decision maker, from one of the tests that Ms. Reffel had us do. The website said I was much more, but I was mostly a decision maker more than anything else. A different website said I was visual which I agree strongly with because I think when I learn it bothers me when I don’t see it in person or I think it’s harder to learn. Another test said I was multiple things such as musical, body, picture, and number. Those types of learning I like a lot. I think these tests work a lot and I learn more about myself that I didn’t really ever think about it.The last learner that I am is balanced and risk taker.

As a leader I feel I learn best from doing, experiencing and living my story. I’m going to own up to not being a great storyteller upfront. I make mistakes and I try things that don’t work. However, the experience itself is valuable for the bigger picture of the person I’m becoming. The most important thing I’ve learned in these two modules is that as leaders we need to have the desire to be storytellers and actively practice the skills we are learning. So, I will do that a great deal in this essay, practice that is. It is through telling stories that we build skill and become more effective at using this technique as a form of creative leadership.

I had always considered myself a writer. I had always found comfort in identifying with the title of writer. I had the cliché I was born a writer stories to back up this self-given idealistic position. I was drawing full-length picture books at the age of three, before I even knew how to string together a coherent sentence in the written word. By five, I had no trouble whipping out a thrilling (maybe for a kindergartener) story that I begged my grandma to type up for me, considering I was not yet equipped with the skills that I needed to pen a novel by hand. Throughout, the rest of my schooling, I excelled in anything that required using the English language, particularly when it came to essays or reading comprehension assessments. It was these experiences that I used to internally quell the uneasy feelings that arose when people asked me what my hobbies were and I told them I’m a writer. I was uneasy, undoubtedly due to the fact that I had not actually written anything of actual significance outside of the classroom since I was very (very) young. Once I reached college, it became clear that how I defined myself as a writer would play a central part in shaping who I was.

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