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Challenges in writing
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To this day many people find reading and writing to be easy or maybe even fun. I on the other hand find writing to be more challenging than reading. It never came as easy like math did. I used to walk into my math class, sit down and literally learn everything in seconds but english was a whole different story. Every time, walking into english class I 'd get this weird sensation as if I 'm walking straight into failure. For me, I always pictured the classroom covered with my pervious essays with a huge F on it, the walls dark red, fog flowing a few feet above the ground, and my chair distanced from everyone else as if I don 't fit in. After the years I 've learned its not english that I hate, Its the fact that I 've never put the time and
I would actually spend hours reading and writing for fun, but it never grabbed my attention. My family even tried helping me improve my skills. I remember all the deals and bets that my family made to help. Their was this one time where my dad offered my family “ for every 30 minutes that you read, I will give you a dollar ”. At the time I was roughly 8 years old. Getting paid just for reading? Who wouldn 't want to take advantage of it. The memory of laying on the living room floor, with an alarm clock set for every 30 minutes, and my brothers and sisters spread out all across the floor with me. I would always wrap my self in a blanket like a burrito, under the living room table, on the old green carpet that had some weird flower design was how I spent my time reading. Focusing more on the clock instead of what I was reading was how it always ended. Never knowing or understanding what I read made that reading pointless but getting that dollar made me wanna read a bit more. My sister would usually get upset because after we are all done reading she would ask me “what did you read?” Never understanding what I read, I would always lie and use my imagination to come up with a
Knowing that she was gonna massacre my paper with her red pen for all the errors, misspelled words, and run on sentences. Sometime I would feel like my teacher hates me from all the red marks after she revised my paper. After seeing all the red marks I just gave up. My teacher would offer me help after school but being tied up in sports and homework it was almost impossible to take the opportunity. Regretting for not taking advantage of the opportunities given to me and not taking reading and writing more seriously really affected me. To this day the thought of the word essay reminds me laying down in my room on my black carpet, my computer open with open office open, and a puzzled look imprinted on my face not knowing where or how to start. Reading the agenda over and over trying to get a better understanding of what needs to be
What about writing and the writing process makes it so disliked and, in some cases, even feared? “Fun?” by Lex Runciman, an English teacher at the Linfield College in Oregon, is an insightful article that explores why many people don’t enjoy writing. He is a very credible author because he has taught college English classes for many years and has written and published several books. His main claim throughout the article is that many people dislike writing and feel that it is frustrating because it is not perceived as or made out to be fun, enjoyable, or rewarding. Runciman wrote this article because, at the time, he felt that there was not enough being done to reverse the negative image that surrounds writing. He wants his readers to realize through his article that writing and the writing process can actually be an enjoyable and rewarding experience. Runciman uses evidence, assumptions, and language and tone as a basis for his argument.
The ultimate goal in life is to find love. Both “Senior’s” by Alberto Rios and “Last Night” by Sharon Olds present a theme that sex is not love. Yet, “Senior’s” shows how a person’s view of sex and love changes with maturity, while “Last Night” tells that love does not come with sex.
When I was just under two years old, my parents walked into my room to find me propped up on the floor reading Goodnight Moon. They were amazed, as they should have been; children don’t usually begin to read before they go to school. A few weeks later, they walked in on the same occurrence except something was off; I was holding the book upside down. What they realized was that I was not actually reading; I had memorized every word on every
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I have never liked writing; I always thought it was a waste of time. It was a great therapy but I never found academic writing to be useful just tedious. Only ever writing when I had too made it harder for my writing skills to grow or improve in any way. I have not taken an English class since the 10th grade, even then I never gave it much effort, just doing what I had to so I could pass the class. Then I jump in to College English 1010, I feel like I do well in all other subjects but this one. English is my worst nightmare.
When trying to think of a positive writing experience I have had in my lifetime, particularly as a small child, I could not think of any. So I began to ask myself why is it that I do not like writing, what happened in my life for me to have such animosity towards the act. I was finally able to think of an event and realized that it had all begun in the 3rd grade. One day, as a punishment for talking during class, I was kept inside during recess and was forced to write Wise Old Owls until my hands began to cramp. For 45 minutes, I was only allowed to write the same old phrase over and over again; “The wise old owl sat on an oak, the more he heard, the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard, why can’t I be like that wise old bird”. To this day I can still remember that little rhyme and to this day I can remember that same feeling I felt as a elementary school student. From that point on I have always had an aversion for writing, it always seemed like a punishment. I still do not understand how people can journal. I don’t see how someone can sit down and write an entry or a novel just for the hell of it. It seems unnatural to me, but I guess that all of these feelings are just because I see writing as a punishment, an
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Going through the alphabet day after day, practicing each letter of the alphabet, is probably what made me dislike writing so much. The summer after third grade, my parents, made me work in reading and writing books to help me improve, but I hated doing them so my skills never really improved. Ever since then, my ability to comprehend what I read has been very difficult.
I never had problems being able to read, I just felt like there was so many other fun things to do besides reading. I was never the kid that had a bunch of action figures and toys. I liked to build things out of Legos, K-nex, and Steel Tec. Then I got into the more skilled of building model cars and planes. Most of all I mainly enjoyed being outside as much as I could or tinkering with something. Aside from school, I have been a gear head for as long as I can remember. Anything that was motorized or had something to do with a motor has always sparked my interests. I have been riding dirt bikes since I was 5 years old, and nothing compared to being on my motorcycle. That is when I really knew I was not partial to reading. My mother worked in the motocross industry and my father rode dirt bikes too. Riding and being in the woods was a big part of my life, as that was what we did every weekend for
I used to have to take these tests about all the books I would read in school and I would always ace them all. I knew that reading was something I liked because I was always very intrigued by it. Also in middle school I found my true writing voice. I remember taking a creative writing class in six grade and I was always the student who wrote more than what was expected for my writing assignments. I would write stories about things such as my friends and the experiences that I had in school. Sometimes I would even write my own plays and in my plays the characters would be people in family and people from school. I would always try to make the plot super interesting in my plays. One time I wrote a play about my brothers and me traveling to space and finding aliens. Overall, I really fell in love with literacy throughout my middle school years because I was able to read books more at an advance level and I also was able to write more intense stories. Literacy has been a positive influence in my life all throughout my school
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