Words That Have Shaped Me
Often I sit at the computer, or with a pen and paper, and I think about what I should write. I reflect on my experiences with life, or with my feelings and emotions. If the subject that I write about is coming from my heart, I could write forever, opposed to something that I do not have interest in like the mating habits of fireflies. I don’t care about how, when, and much less why they procreate. I would always dread having to write a paper for my English class, and it was not until I discovered my own love for poetry that I began to enjoy writing. It was my junior English teacher in San Diego, Howard Estes. He allowed me to open my mind to not only the academic perspective of literature, but also to my …show more content…
They don’t happen in a meeting or two. It’s a package deal, Friendship, only as valuable as what you put in it. Judging something like that after one year, even if you’ve got all the facts, that’s like looking for the final score before you’ve seen the second inning.” Over time, through the difficulties we had endured together; we had grown closer than ever. That is how I know that my friends really mean the world to me. Through the pain of mistrust, and lies, we became better friends than we had ever been. It is better to have one or two best friends than hundreds of acquaintances. It was not until I had to move away to Phoenix in my junior year that we realized what we meant to each other. The word “Best” found its way into our vocabulary and stuck to our title as friends. It seems foolish to me when after a month of friendship people call themselves “Best Friends.” The “Best Friend” title has to be earned through time, effort, and pain. I am proud to say that I have earned that title with two people, and I honestly do not think I could get through life’s difficulties without them.
As a child my peers judged me harshly, and I know for a fact that that is the reason I sometimes let other people’s opinions affect the way I do things. Because I was so used to being a follower as a child, as an adult, I have a hard time taking the reins in my own hands and assuming control. As a result of my childhood, a quote that I try my best to live my life by is,
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In her article “I Stand Here Writing”, Nancy Sommers examines the writing process and formulating ideas for writing in a more empirical manner. She states that before she found her creative zeal/ niche her writing was often undisciplined, unmethodical, and sloppy. Sommers reveals that in college she was less known for her writing and more for her long hair and misapplication of phrases. She found her true inspiration while writing her Senior Thesis on Emerson’s “Eloquence.” Throughout the entire essay, Sommers provides the reader with advice about writing. A key point that she mentions is, “If I could teach my students about writing it would be to see themselves as sources, as places from which ideas originate, to see themselves as Emerson’s transparent eyeball, all that they have read and experienced-the-dictionaries of their lives circulating through them.”
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In her essay “Death of a Moth,” Annie Dillard explores the amount of commitment required to be a writer. She finds that in order to be successful as a writer, you have to be fully committed, and ready to fully dedicate your life to your craft. Dillard models these ideas with a story about a moth that flew into a candle and burnt; becoming a second wick. She tells this story in great detail, and then connects it to her ideas about writing by describing asking her class if they truly want to be writers, giving the impression that she also just told them this story. Her use of descriptive language adds meaning and importance to an otherwise insignificant event, and creates an
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Reflecting on my life as a means of deciding on a topic, one time period struck me as particularly important in terms of writing itself: my second year of second grade. Moving to Poway in 2007, the first class I was in was Mrs. Ramin’s 2-3 combo at Painted Rock. I had purple wire-rim glasses, a brown Hello Kitty tracksuit, two friends, and a hatred of writing. This was particularly unfortunate for young Analise, since Mrs. Ramin’s main focus was writing. She encouraged her students to write daily, setting aside 20-60 minutes each day for it. Although I hated it at first, my passion for creative writing grew as I turned my love for my sister and for Webkinz into tales of adventure and peril parallel to my then favorite series, Magic Tree House. I wrote, drew, and colored whatever my seven-year-old imagination spun for me. After that spark, the fire of writing died down to a smolder until eighth grade, when I wrote my first successful essay, “Flowers for Algernon: A Comparative Essay On How Two Versions of the Story are like
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I do not consider myself to be anybody’s best friend. While I do have many friends that I consider myself to be close with (and I’d like to believe they opposite is true), the school year has just started and many friendships that existed last year may or may not fade away as time passes by. This is because friendships are mainly built on conversations shared daily, whether they be in the classroom or outside on social media. Even if one person is reluctant to hold a conversation, then the bonds of friendship will slowly and steadily break apart due to the lack of sustained interaction on a daily basis. Communication is paramount to ensuring that a relationship is maintained. In my case, I do not believe I interact with anyone on a daily basis enough to be considered “best friends.” Sure, I would consider many people I’m acquainted with good friends, but that is the extent of our friendship. On the other hand, I have several good friends because we have relatively good chemistry. Successful interaction with one another has led to a mutual desire to sustain our friendships.
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Authoritative figures, like parents, counselors, or teachers, are there to teach us from right from wrong and protect us from the possible mistakes one could make through the journey of life. In my journey, I’ve been blessed enough to have family that cares for my well-being and give me a roof over my head, unlike a great portion of society. They have taught me to push and exceed in any event or situation, no matter how “hard” it may seem at the time. They wouldn’t push me to do a certain thing or yell that I wasn’t doing everything I could possible do but all they simply said was, “the more you do now, the less regret you’ll have later in life, but Tara, never push yourself to impress others”. That saying will stay with me forever, because how many people can say they have parents that care but also are very lenient at the same time, I’m sure not very many. I’ve very thankful that I have my family
Mr. Bill Ezzard has never had a moment where he could say “Writing isn't my thing.” He has always been a huge fan of writing. Ever since he was a kid, writing was something he enjoyed. That is why he became a writing teacher. Ezzard went to college knowing he wanted to do something with his writing skill, but was lost with an idea of what. He was visiting his school counselor one day, and she asked him what he wanted to do in life. He thought for about a minute, and then it clicked: he wanted to be a writing
I’d always enjoyed writing but I’d never been so vocal about it. For me, it happened quietly. My notebooks lie scattered over my bedroom floor; they had no place at the lunch table. And my writing survived on my acknowledgments alone, I couldn’t even imagine letting some else read it. This was due in part to my own self-doubt: I was embarrassed of my poems that never rhymed and my short action stories that never seemed to have any plot. But I
In my freshman year of highschool, I can without a doubt say that I have been pushed beyond my limits when it comes to writing. Not only have all of my previous English teachers ensured me of literary success, but I’ve always been rewarded in numerous ways for my writing prowess. So, it may seem odd for me to say that I very much enjoy this test of my abilities, and I greatly appreciate this opportunity to push myself to become even better. I’ve always been both physically and mentally bored with the numerous amount of teachers who have attempted to reel me into their lesson plans. Their desperate searches were in vain, for I never truly felt a tug on my mind until I stepped into Mr. Thoma’s class. The material isn’t exactly hard to grasp, but it forces your mind into a plane of insightfulness;
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