Self-Reflective Narrative: My Writing Journey Throughout my high school years, my counselor always encouraged me to take college courses. I have always done well in school, although, I was concerned about my writing ability. I did not think I was a good writer, and writing was never a topic of my interest. I was afraid of failing. Although there was a possibility that I could fail, deep down I wanted to take on a challenge. I wanted to take courses that would prepare me for college. Coming into the course ENG 111, I hope to become an overall better writer. I knew that I needed to put in the effort to succeed and the challenges will be stressful but they will be doable and worth it. In my writing, I felt that I needed to work on my grammar, my citations, …show more content…
Having someone from the outside perspective, rather than my own, has been extremely helpful. Both collaboration from my peers and instructor benefited me a lot throughout this course and using this skill in my future classes and career will help me be more successful. This skill will continue to be vital in everyday life. Knowledge of Conventions At the beginning of this course, I had little to no knowledge of conventions in terms of writing essays. Then, I was provided with one skill that came from my knowledge of conventions, which was learning how to incorporate the I.C.C.C.E structure into my writing. I know how to introduce my topic and cite important information to follow back up on my topic, making it more valid. I then know how to connect my ideas back to my main idea and cite the information that was found. Finally, I learned how to accurately explain my connection and make it the most understanding for my readers. This was not a completely new skill that I had learned, but I never knew how beneficial it would help me when writing
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
The classes that I had taken were worthy and brilliant but my flow to make the essay smooth and natural was hard to achieve, my essays sounded inconsistent and odd. To add on, my transitions of the story was awkward and misplaced, but in my thought it was great. In addition, to fix my weakness I edited and read it out loud multiple times, but my goal was not achievable within the time I had with my instructors. Moving on, from this class I am expected to learn a great amount of skills for grammar and techniques for a better writer. The new and emphasized rules to a better author; from this class I want to a walkout with a fundamental of how to improve the quality of my essay. Furthermore, knowledge that I will preserve to reflect and transfer into essays of my own profession in many fields of occupation. Not to mention, I want my writing to not only appease my satisfaction, but also be acknowledged by other individuals of my work. Moreover, during the period of my writing journey, one of the most positive I had been writing a summary for a book with my own interpretation. This experience was in my English Ap class with Ms.McBurnette-Arguelles,
I improved on many aspects of my writing throughout the duration of this class, but there are still some things I need to refine. Over the course my writing skills have gotten better due to the instructor’s feedback, peer reviews, and just me learning. I enjoyed peer reviews because sometimes it is easier to relate to someone my own age. The overall structure and flow of my essays have improved, as well as the use of word choice and quotations. Throughout this course, I was able to apply critical thinking and reading skills to different texts, compose essays with appropriate content development and organization, use correct style by practicing the steps of the writing process, and reflect on my own development as a writer. However, I still need to work on demonstrating correctness, including punctuation, mechanics, and
As soon as the door closed, and Jace was finally at last gone, Clary immediately sprang to her feet and locked the door. Tears had all ready formed at the corner of her eyes, before she ran towards the pretty canopy bed, and fell down upon its soft, gentle surface and sobbed as if her heart would break. Inside, she was completely devastated. She began to wonder just what exactly had minute, she'd been at home, relaxing in the bright, warm golden sun, working on a brand new painting, and the next, she was off riding into the deep, dark woods with Wayfarer following her father's very trail, and they'd stumbled upon the mysterious dark castle, and the final moment she was trading her life for her father's in order to save him.
By the time Shadowmere and I wound our way through the mountain, the sun was setting. Purple and red rays reached from behind the clouds but we were too far in the brush of the woods to see the sun itself. I'm sure we could have made it to Dawnstar safely, but after the sun sets, the creatures get hungry and we were already both tired. So off the path a hundred steps or so, there was a grassy clearing with little mud where we set up a small camp.
Unable to dispel the notion he was being stalked by a hidden fiend, he crossed to the other side of the road, so as to give himself an unobstructed view of the rooftops, while continuing his journey. Then he saw what he dreaded most; a predatory apparition, unmistakably human in form, flowing stealthily across the rooftops like a creature of air. In the grip of fear and isolation, he struggled to articulate his scrambled thoughts. Believing he was being pursued by a supernatural being, he damned his fate in the conviction of his own innocence.
Cherish The heavy clomp walking sound that came from deep inside of the forest. He wishes he had never heard it. He wishes he could just pretend nothing is happening. It stops not too far from him, but all he can hear is his heartbeat thumping so hard within his chest.
Writing has always been a difficult subject for me to tackle throughout my education. I enjoy writing academic essays and rhetorically analyzing in research papers but not personal narratives of any sort. In this class, there was a combination of both, which helped me to continue to grow as a writer. During this semester, I have learned several valuable things in this class and gained a lot of knowledge to use in future academic classes. From different styles of writing, how to analyze images, MLA format, rhetorical analysis, and structuring my writing to an online audience. Even though this class initially seemed to be a difficult task, going through the entire semester beginning to end has helped make writing a more achievable challenge.
Clint had gone to school the same way every time so he thought he would go a different way. He followed a main road and then took a new side passage that he had wondered about before. Through this side passage he came across an abandoned street, he started to walk down when he noticed that his shadow wasn't making the same movements he was. Clint rubbed his eyes and then his shadow was mimicking him again. He then decided that he would go the normal way to school like usual. Once he arrived at school he talked to his friend Zac about the abandoned street and if he had ever been there. Zac replied with " No I would never go down such a dangerous looking street, you're basically asking to get mugged" "Do you want to go down that street on the
I opened my eyes and was blinded by the piercing ray of light pointing right into my eyes, a massive headache was pounding my head, and all I could hear was the sound of a high pitched whistle. Until I hear something else. Voices? No. Not just that, but yells, cries for help, people sobbing.
It was a eerily cold night. The storm ripped at the sailor's face. The wind and sea howled almost calling for a soul on the ship to join those already lost in the sea. the crew ran to and from tying cargo down. the ship tossed like a toy boat in a pond and passengers stuggled to stand as their vessel rocked back and forth.
Although many will argue that great writing will require time and practice, opponents claim that great writing is like a puzzle which means one can put the pieces together to create an astonishing puzzle. This was the case when I was a 10th grade. As a tyro, I didn’t know much about writing elements and styles. Fortunately, one of my English teachers, Mrs. Roberson, change my outlook on writing. She taught me countless techniques. From that point, I started reading books to increase my knowledge and vocabulary. This was an incredibly wondrous experience for me. I was learning new information while expanding my learning capacity. This was stupendous. It was a life-changing moment for me. Throughout my high school journey,
Before the beginning of this writing course, I have some limited experience in writing. I believe I learned a lot of things from writing course. This course helped me to identify the areas I need to improve. As a writer, I am confident that I changed throughout the process. My organizational, grammar and structural skills have been improved even though there are a lot of things need to be improved. I also understand that the process of writing in college is different from that of high school.
Writing has always been a natural ability of mine. Over the course of the past decade, a writing journey has taken me to where I am now; it has taken me to the start of an exceptional career that I wish to pursue. The career that I’m implying is sports journalism. Becoming a sports journalist has been a dream job for myself ever since I entered high school; however, my love of writing began years before now. From reading elementary sports novels by Matt Christopher and writing fictional sports stories as a kid, to eventually writing for the school newspaper this year, writing has been a momentous personal journey for me that has resulted in forming my career goal.
I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I had to do. I was anxious and scared, but I knew this was a chance I needed to take. Zoella came into my bedroom with the look of quest in her eyes. I sat in a cold, wooden chair as she gracefully chopped off my hair. We locked eyes in the mirror as she began to say, “Alexa, you don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, it’s up to you. I am here to support whatever decision you choose to make.” I hesitantly replied back, “I am going to regret it if I don’t take this chance.” I put on my new masculine clothes and walked out of my home, frightened, but excited to start this new journey.