The smell of Mom’s cooking wafted around the modest apartment. The blazing sound came from the t.v. as my little brother watched. In an hour Dad would be home. Then we could all eat. This didn’t catch my attention though since I was on an adventure with Calvin and Hobbes. That was the first book I remember reading. Ever since, my nose was always stuck in a book, whether it be a school book or a novel. The information and stories from these books inspired me to search for more.
In fifth grade, my nose left the pages. My classmates and I were doing our work when the teacher assigned us a new project. We were to create a story using our vocabulary words. I had read an abundance of stories, yet I never thought about writing my own. It seemed impossible to me. I couldn’t imagine making my own world, yet here was the assignment due the next day. So that night I contemplated what to write. After an hour, I finished my first story. The feeling when I completed it was like seeing the stars for the first time. From then on a pen stayed attached to my hand and my pencil pouch became my prized possession.
By eighth grade, I had written countless short stories and was preparing to write a
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I have even created my own. With each world I pass, a little piece stays with me. I became creative and free-spirited through them. Above all, I gained unwavering determination. No matter how many people try to discourage me, I won’t give up. Writing had become a way to express myself and to connect with others. Through books, I experienced events across time, Earth, and even the universe. I want to share my experience with everyone. That’s why I dream of becoming a published author. Motivating people through my words is my main goal in life. If my stories can bring happiness to at least one person, my dream will be fulfilled. I know it will take time, effort, and a great deal of sacrifice, but one day I will inspire others with my own
When writing a five paragraph essay, there are five steps one must fallow in order to attain perfection, these steps include understanding the question, brainstorming, writing a rough copy, revising, and creating a final draft. The first and most important step is understanding the topic. The topic of the essay is what the essay will be about and if this is misunderstood, the whole essay will be off course. The second step, brainstorming, will help organize thoughts and ideas so they flow amiably. There are many different ways to brainstorm, some of the most helpful are making a web of ideas, making a list of ideas, or creating a Venn diagram to compare and contrast the conviction. All these ideas will be related to the topic at hand. For example, if the essays topic is about how the earth is affected by global warming, then the brainstorming ideas might include the ozone lair being reduced or how global climate has raised. The third step when writing a five paragraph essay is creating the rough draft. The first draft must have all the features the final will, but does not have to be...
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
My earliest memories can be found at the hands of paperback novels. Books were my escape from the world around me. The thrill of being able to leave behind the world and it’s baggage and enter another that books provided captivated me, and left an impact on me. The emotion I experienced solely from taking a small step into another person’s story was unlike any I had felt before. I desperately wanted others to feel what I had felt, and love whatever I had become entranced by with the same passion as I did.
The story of my history as a writer is a very long one. My writing has come full circle. I have changed very much throughout the years, both as I grew older and as I discovered more aspects of my own personality. The growth that I see when I look back is incredible, and it all seems to revolve around my emotions. I have always been a very emotional girl who feels things keenly. All of my truly memorable writing, looking back, has come from experiences that struck a chord with my developing self. This assignment has opened my eyes, despite my initial difficulty in writing it. When I was asked to write down my earliest memory of writing, at first I drew a blank. All of a sudden, it became very clear to me, probably because it had some childhood trauma associated with it.
I consider myself a very dedicated person, because even though I didn’t like writing, I did well at it by fighting against whatever was stopping me from liking it. As time passed I conceived that reading and writing is a combination of important tools that are essential for life, something that everyone needs to be successful. Once I realized how important reading and writing was, I started to feel a passion for writing poems, songs and stories.
I am sitting in my bed, thinking about my process of writing as I am trying to go through it. It seems the more I think about it, the less I understand it. When I am writing, I don’t think. Which I know, sounds bad. But, I spend every single moment of every single day over thinking, over analyzing, and over assuming every aspect of my life. When I’m writing, I’m free from that for just a little bit. Until of course, my hands stop typing or the pencil (no pens- never pens) stops moving, then I’m right back on the carousel that is my brain. Heidi Estrem says, “...writers use writing to generate knowledge that they didn’t have before.” (Writing is a Knowledge-Making Activity 18). I believe my ability to write without an exact destination
If my origin story was a movie, the opening scene would be my discovery of books. It’d be a wide shot of me as a roley, roley toddler, as I reached out to one of my brother’s old picture books. And as I grasped the cardboard cover open, I was swallowed up by a moment of true epiphany. I can only imagine such a dramatic beginning as being dignant about what would be my lifelong obsession. As I grew up, I ate through books quickly, always craving that fantastic feeling of being completely absorbed into a world outside of my own.
I remember vividly, scrolling through the isles and shelves of books looking for my next adventure. I had already read Swiss Family Robinson, and Robinson Crusoe, so I regarded myself as an accelerated reader compared to my classmates, but the task I was about to undertake would prove far more daunting than anything I had attempted thus far. As I walk throughout the isles I see the books getting thicker and thicker. I thought to myself that maybe
The relationship that I have with writing is hard for me to explain, it’s bitter-sweet for me. I was introduced to writing as child, and I must admit writing was very easy for me to grasp. I recall learning how to write an essay and being successful in doing so. The flipside to me writing is that I don’t like to read, well we all know that reading and writing goes hand and hand together. Approaching my adult life I began to gain a different type of respect for writing, I realized how much I needed to be able to write and the importance of writing.
My English Literature major has helped me to achieve an outstanding level of appreciation, enjoyment, and knowledge of both American and British Literature. As a high school AP English student, I struggled through great works like Hamlet and To the Lighthouse. My teacher’s daily lectures (there was no such thing as class discussion) taught me merely to interpret the works as critics had in the past. I did not enjoy the reading or writing process. As a freshman at Loras, I was enrolled in the Critical Writing: Poetry class. For the first time since grade school, my writing ability was praised and the sharing of my ideas was encouraged by an enthusiastic and nurturing professor. Despite the difficulty of poetry, I enjoyed reading it. Because of my wonderful experience in Critical Writing, my love for reading and writing was renewed and my confidence in my abilities as a writer had been restored. I decided to take a second chance on English by declaring Literature and Writing as my majors.
...from high school with high hopes that college would add the finishing touches to my writing skills – I knew I still had flaws in my style, and I didn’t know how to fix them. And now here I am, aiming to become a successful novelist or screenwriter of some sort (as long as it allows my imagination to run wild).
My journey began around the 1920’s, when I arrived in New York I worked as a reporter and as part of a construction crew building Madison Square Garden. I decided to was time to start progressing and that’s exactly what I did. I began collecting impressions for my first book. I enjoyed writing with pencils so much, that I would be using as many as 60 a day. In 1929 it all payed off, and i ended up publishing my first book, “Cup of Gold”. Although it wasn’t successful, it was just my first attempt at becoming someone great.
“Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go” says E. L. Doctorow. After reading my essay I wrote the first week of the semester, I have seen the growth in my writing just in a few weeks. Coming into this class, I thought I knew how to write decently well, however; I have realized that I have a lot to learn as we continue to write each and every day. I’ve learned many things already and I’m continuing to learn new things.
I am not really sure where to start. Since there is not too great deal in pile up in my life or early days related to my past and development in writing. I guess I could focus more on my progress and often, from some points of view, an odd experience with language. I say that mostly because my experience involves a lot of story telling and adventure; At least from what I can remember. My mother would always enlighten me with stories, mostly eerie, spooky, wacky stories.
High school in general was honestly not what I expected , it is definitely not like the movies we see on t.v. No one is singing and dancing through the halls ,there are no “mean girls “ or even rude teachers at Granada. Coming into high school I realized that it was going to be a lot of work , but I knew it was going to be especially hard for me since I came into a new high school and a totally different environment without any friends. Whether I like high school or not, I can’t avoid it, high school is a natural course and more so it is a greater step towards my career and the rest of my life. There are some things I wish I would had known before going into high school for example to not be afraid or be socially awkward with my classmates