My Writing Experience

All throughout my years of schooling, I’ve had just about, one paper that was about one page long, due every year. My papers never had to be more than one page in length. Therefore, I did not have to do much writing or do many essays. Surely not enough to remember any of the assignments. Writing has never been something I enjoyed doing, so I never bothered to many any memories of my writing experiences. I did not think it was necessary to remember any of them since I only had to do them to get a grade. The only writing experience I remember was the first assignment I had in this English 100 class about a writing experience. All week long, I sat there thinking about what to write about, but nothing came to mind as a topic. Then, one thing came to mind, but it was so very vague, I could not write the length that was needed for the assignment. I could only think of a few sentences to write for it. After sitting for a few moments longer, I thought, how about I write about how difficult it was for me to write this essay before it was due.

The inevitable had happened; I, as a small child, was demanded to read. A little antisocial human being launched into a world of, at first, difficult words and lengthy phrases. While words and literacy were forced into my mind, I had reluctantly begun the adventure to enjoy and accept the art of literature. Later however, my hopes and dreams were crushed to pieces by a gruesome teacher with an interesting form of a so called “grading policy.”

The only thing I really remember about reading and writing instruction when I was little is being read to. I was in preschool and when it was time to read we all sat on the rainbow rug, and our teacher would read to us. I don’t have the best memory. I’m sure there were more attempts on getting my interest in reading and writing, I just can’t remember.

Lacking experience in writing and reading, English is my most feared subject. It is the one and only vulnerable spot in my in my mind. I hate writing and I hated reading, other than sports pages in the newspaper or sports books. My earliest time that I started reading and writing was extremely abhorrent for me. Sometimes, you could even say that some of these experiences bothered me. It was quite hard because I wasn’t able to focus on what I need to do. I was even struggling to write my own name. The young mind that I had, it was so easy to get distracted on what I need to learn and also accomplish, especially for the future ahead of me.

I have always been pretty successful in school; however, writing has always been one of my greatest weaknesses. The overwhelming pressure of coming up with what to say and how to say it is extremely stressful for me, and I typically give up on perfecting whatever assignment I am working on. Up until high school, my writing had accomplished just enough to pass me on to the next course. My experience at Savannah Arts Academy, however, inspired me to approach writing in a completely new way.

I walk into my bright, and decorative bedroom after a long, and tiring day of school. Turning on the lights, I steer towards my dresser set to retrieve my previously sharpened pencil and partially filled notebook. I find myself sitting on my fuschia papasan chair. With my notebook in my hand, I slowly open it to reveal a fresh clean sheet of paper. With peace and inspiration filling my mind, body, and soul, I begin to fill its pages with tried attempts of poetry and eventful situations of my day. A smile forms onto my lips as I stare at it. Writing about myself and experiences was all I knew.

Writing has continuously served as a getaway in my life. It has kept me from bottling up my thoughts and emotions and has allowed me to express all of these things on paper. Communicating through speaking has always been a weakness of mine. It is for this reason that I often turn to writing to convey my feelings. Though have such an immense passion for free-writing, I have found myself struggling when comes to writing academic papers. Generally, I enjoy writing when it is something that I am interested in. In Composition I and II, I often have had the opportunity to choose the topic that I write my paper on. I am confident that this has been a major turning point for me within my academic essays. Ultimately, Composition I and II have taught

At the beginning of the 2017-18 I had many writing oriented struggles that stopped me from writing to the best of my abilities. One of the many speed bumps I encountered was that I made bad choices when it came to the words I chose when writing my essays. During the course of the school year I have learned to improve the way I write papers by using better words. I have also learned that I should look up synonyms of words that don't fit or sound right in my essay to make everything sound better. The words I use in my essays also lack precision. I have improved on this by searching for the definition of words on the internet. If the original word in a sentence does not match my thought, I will look for a new word that matches the meaning that

I’ve done multiple academic writing throughout high school and couple more years in college. Half of all the writing I’ve done in high school has been in my native language; Amharic.

At the beginning of this Writing Composition course, I hardly had any expectations besides the excessive amount of essay assignments. Up until this course, I had only considered that this was any other ordinary writing class. My experiences with writing classes and essays have not been a fun one because I have always seen it as an annoying task. Recently, this narrow perception of mine has gradually deteriorated because of my experience in this course. I have realized that writing isn’t just another assignment, but it is a place where one can express their opinions, emotions, and experiences. This course has helped me develop my strengths like my development of thoughts and organization skills while being able to acknowledge my weaknesses like having trouble stating two positions and having biased opinions. Due to this recent realization, I have been able to get a better insight of my writing skills and a new perspective of writing classes.

Writing. I have a conflicting past with it. When I was younger, I wrote outside of school due to a fascination with creating fictional worlds, with numerous possibilities, but as I aged, I developed a strong fear of others disliking my work. By the time I reached high school, I stopped writing outside of class entirely. The my story on writing reaches its climax two weeks before the end of my junior year of high school at Spirit Christian Academy. During this time, I considered myself to be the worst writer in the school. I also had a habit of exaggerating for emphasis. I knew that in order to improve my writing, I would need to forget my fears. My junior year, I made a choice that year that would not only pivot my academic career, but also teach me a valuable lesson about criticism and writing.

Narrative Essay My impression as a reader and writer are both different from each other. To me there is a certain way of thinking when you read and a certain way of writing when you write. Both are actions in themselves, but are different.

I can’t say in black and white if I like writing, however, I enjoy connecting with people through art. My favorite medium is storytelling. Since I love to read, I assumed that must mean I love to write. Through the years, I have begun to think maybe I’m just a consumer.

As a child, writing was foreign to me. I spent most of my time playing in the grand outdoors with my sister, or practicing flute or piano indoors. I knew from an early child I wanted to play music, so I had no time for writing, and no interest in doing it. The only time I ever wrote was when required for the annual school celebration of author’s day. Unlike Orwell, I did not want to be a writer as a kid; in fact, I wanted nothing to do with it.

As an academically mediocre student, I never learned very well from teachers, since nothing they were teaching me ever grabbed my attention, unless it was related to my immediate interests at the time. I spent years 1st to 5th grade never enjoyed the writing process, since my mind was always a inattentive place, because of this I never caught onto things like punctuation or proper grammar, causing most of my written assignments to be nothing more than linguistic vomit on paper. It was not until 6th grade rolled around, that my best friend at the time, Catalina, had sent me a link through text. It was to a website with too many words and not enough pictures, so it did not really occur to me what she had sent until I was lying in bed and I finally opened the message backup. I skipped the page, and I noticed it was piece written about characters from a show we both enjoyed, and as I read this story, I noticed how poorly written it was. In the back of my mind, I told myself “Even you could do better than this”, and I felt the slightest burn of confidence in the pit of my stomach, a feeling I had never felt before.