Writing Rehab (Personal Essay)

There comes a time in life where we see an impossible obstacle, and do the best that we can to overcome it. For me, this was my AP English Language class in high school during senior year. The time was now, summer is nearly over. I analyzed my strengths and weaknesses, giving a full re-evaluation of myself. In the end, I consider myself an average writer. There have been times in the past when I’ve written letters or personal stories. However, those have never been my strongest set of skills. While I have been serious with my writing, I never recognized the unbelievable advantages that good writing has. Therefore, I’ve made it my goal to improve my literal skills and become a great writer. Maybe this new class will assist me in becoming that

Throughout the course of freshmen year I have developed different skills and opinions on writing. I feel I have created a more mature style of writing and a better understanding of literature. I have changed my view of writing over this semester and acquired a strong liking for it. The importance of writing has become more visible throughout the past few months. Writing is crucial in many aspects of a person’s life. I have grown to be a more powerful and well built writer throughout this course.

It was my first writing class as a college freshmen and I did not know what to expect, like whether or not the class would be harder compared to what I took in high school or even if I would enjoy taking class. But as soon as day one turned in into week one, than soon week fifteen I felt more comfortable in the class than what I have probably felt in the beginning. I felt like I could write anything my professor threw at me, because through writing I could express my individuality. It gives me the freedom to express myself through words, and write about things I felt passionate about writing about. I felt as though I writing because I wanted to, and less because I was assigned to do so.

Writing has always been a love – hate relationship of mine. In the past, I have had many writing experiences, both good and bad. I find many things involved with writing both simple and difficult. But in the end, I hope to become a better writer, so it can play an important role in my future.

On the first day of class, having forgotten how to write over the blazing summer, I had high hopes I would gain some writing skill. Over the course of the last 10 weeks I learned not only that I am an extreme procrastinator, but that I had a lot to learn in the writing world. I learned many things about writing, including grammar, organization, and expression. Through late nights studying and practice in class, I can proudly say I'm a better writer than I was before.

Coming into the class I would’ve not considered myself to be a strong writer, yet I was surrounded by the best writers in my school. I was thrust into a class with no one whom I have ever talked before, a teacher who some considered to be crazy and material that I have struggled with over and over. I was set up for failure. And I did just that.

The five of us arrived in Arizona on Friday, narrowly escaping another round of cancelled flights from 2014's nasty "Polar Vortex." Okay Canadians, I know that has you on the floor laughing. We took a relaxing four hour flight with a screaming child the entire way. No, that was not sarcasm. We found it relaxing because, for once, it was not our kid that was doing the screaming. When I called Dad to let him know we had arrived, there was sound of hope in his voice. We decided to head straight to rehab.

One of the most amazing aspects to life is meeting the vast amounts of different personalities. It seems that everyone has their own unique character traits that make him or her unique, like a DNA signature that only they possess. Working as an aide I was fortunate to observe many different DNA signatures that gave me great insight to particular people that reacted differently to each situation. Some positive situations, however working in a rehab setting those situations were mostly negative traumas that fell upon the patients. A mother of three develops Multiple sclerosis, a child is born with a clubfoot and misses out on the chance at a normal childhood, a father of two losses the ability to walk without warning. There is no way to understand why certain events plague certain people.

As you prepare to leave the safety of the rehab environment, your focus is going to shift towards a solid aftercare plan that keeps you on the straight and narrow path of recovery. After all your hard work in a quality rehab center like (client name), you don't want to run the risk of relapsing and having to start all over.

I remember taking my first Advanced Placement class in high school. This new experience was rigorous and it had me study day and night. But that class was not where I discovered how leadership within the liberal arts made me want to become a better writer. It was when I was a junior in high school and I was taking APLanguage. I had a teacher who was as meticulous as she was crazy. It was there I learned the wrongs of writing. But her way of writing was not the way I wanted to write nor was it the “proper” way of writing. For starters, her way of teaching was off, her instructions were unclear, and she never taught me exactly how to write. In fact, there were many instances in my life where I had experienced

Drugs are a huge problem in the US there are hundreds of people currently addicted to drugs in some states alone and we are trying to solve this problem and whenever a drug addict is caught they are usually sent to prison, tons of people sent to prison when it's not even the best option. Currently, people are completely unaware that rehab is a much better option than prison for drug offenders because it is both economically superior and helps addicts reintegrate into society.

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.

My 6th grade year began at Fulton Leadership Academy in East Point Georgia, with it being a new school I went in to the year thinking “this year will be a breeze”, but little did I know the hills and valleys that were destined for me to rise ,but also fall. My Teacher’s name was Ms.Hicks, she was a nice lady but she was all about business. She loved to read, no matter what genre.The expectation from the beginning of the year was made clear that we will be reading stories and writing about them all year and that we will master writing about the novels we havve read.. The year went by day by day till I was assigned my first paper. Of course I can write, but I could never write in the right context or format. I began writing the assignment,and could not figure out why my mind could not reproduce the

Throughout school, I have been exposed to various accounts of literature that fueled the fire to carry me to college, and perhaps loathing English courses as a whole. From the beginning of my writing career, we were to pump out two page essays without the mention of yourself, nor be verbs. I feel as if writing with such harsh restrictions takes away from the integrity of writing, and makes writing feel more like an obligation to that teacher than a freedom. I plan to state the reasons why going to the high school that I did ruined writing for me, and how I feel I never truly learned how to write a paper. These previously stated reasons and more come together to provide a compelling backstory in my history with writing.

Everyone’s eyes was on the white board as my teacher began writing what we all dreaded. The fourth hour bell had just rung in my 10th grade honors English class, and I was just as nervous as my classmates as I read out the words on the board. It was time for our “In-class essay test”, which our teacher announced would be given out randomly this week. The notion of writing essays for the class never made me worried, but the fact that this one would be written in-class and completely graded on grammar usage concerned me, along with my classmates. My teacher fixed his glasses and began setting the timer, after handing out the news story that we were tasked to write about. I took a deep breath and began writing, hoping for the best. A week after that hour of painstaking writing, I was surprised to find that I got a perfect score. That event first opened my eyes to the types of classes I shine in. I predominantly succeed in English and social studies class. I attribute my success to the nature of the classes, my study habits in those classes, my relationship with teachers and students in the class, and, above all, my family pushing me along the way.