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One Of The Hardest Things I had To Do - Original Writing
As we drove from the peaceful, secluded surroundings of Hertfordshire
into the bustling hub of Heathrow's Terminal 4, it suddenly dawned on
me how hard it would be for me to carry out this feat…
It was the time I was most looking forward to. We had finally been
allowed out of the school gates into our eight weeks of freedom. No
work had to be handed in the next day, no teachers would moan how over
worked, under paid they were and most of all it was not the winter.
After careful deliberation my family and I decided to spend our
two-week vacation in the all night city of Paris. We were looking
forward to the 35oC weather, the theme parks built inside the over
developed hotels and one of the greatest wonders of the world, the
Eiffel tower. The hotel we wanted to stay at was called the Jolly
Hotel Lotti. This hotel was like no other hotel I had ever seen. Not
only did it have its own built in theme park with log flumes, roller
coasters and any other ride imaginable but it also had twenty to
thirty shops and restaurants all inside. To put it mildly, it was
huge!
On the 21st August, about a week before we left, we received a letter
from the hotel's theme park. It told us that for one day only, they
would be offering a free ride on the 'Screamer', for anyone who raised
more than £150 in sponsorship. Only when I watched the enclosed video
in astonishment, did I realize what this 'ride' was. It was something
I had always wanted to do, but had never managed to convince my
parents that it was safe. I found out that it was the first bungee
jump that allowed anyone over the age of nine to fly through the air
at an exhilarating 80 mph at a g-force of 2.5, so you could understand
what my parents' reaction would be to my interest.
student, I know how homework feels, especially in middle and high school. Teachers may think
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
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.
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 have always considered writing to be a work in progress, and it constantly can be improved. I have always been devoted to writing. I loved to write stories as a child because I could use my creativity and create any type of character I desired. But I have struggled with writing as well. English has never been my forte. I have received A’s, B’s, C’s, and D’s on essays. I truly never found my voice in writing. In my high school, English teachers would give me mixed reviews on my writing. For example, in 9th grade my English teacher said I was organized with my thoughts, and my writing process was excellent. While in 10th,11th grade ,12th grade my teachers only said negative things about my essays. Not being a strong writer made me despise writing. Then I started to believe that writing is not important. I came to conclusion that writing is not important ,because I am going to be a Math major. I had the mindset that I am not a writer, and will never be a writer. But, my thoughts about writing changed when I started taking English at CSUN.
Throughout high school my experience as a writer fluctuated quite a bit. Over the years I took many different english classes which included General English, English Composition, Language Arts, and Adolescent Literature. Personally, I believe writing is an important part of education. Each class incorporates writing into their curriculum somehow, whether we were writing research papers, book reports, essays, or speeches.
Today, in the twenty-first century, it is not uncommon for a child to start writing essays, reports, or even journals for school work starting immediately after they are able to write full sentences. For me, this was not the case. As soon as I started to write letters I was trying everyday to form words, to complete fragments, and then eventually, full sentences. As a child for me, the idea of school was amazing. What could be better than going to a building to play with a bunch of kids your age and learning all kinds of new information, it was all so delightful. Ever since I was born, music has been one of the biggest influences on my life, in all aspects. This includes, but is not limited to the lyrics, the instruments, and the ability it
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
I was shaking not with fear or excitement There were a million butterflies in my stomach i barely worked on it and i had to present. We had about 2 weeks to complete though i completely forgot about it i hate presenting anyways but it was my turn up. In 4th grade i started to hate writing because we had to present everything so i barely worked on it i was a straight c student. Writing is something to jot down notes or ideas out of my head. Writing was something to do when i’m bored just to do something or if i have to go to bed i’ll just write or read instead.
Writing has been a difficult task for me all through school. I will explore how problems writing developed into my appreciation of writing. Just facing my fears of writing has given me the tools I needed to write.
forgotten it at home or in their locker, that meant a homework grade of zero. She was tough. She always told us, "If you do your homework, then you can ask questions. When you ask questions and participate in class, you will learn more."
for this writing assignment, I’m going to go over some of my experiences that I had with writing. I’m also going to talk about my strengths and weaknesses with writing. As well as some of my goals for this class. also, to explain how writing is important to my major and to the field that I will go to.
Most of my childhood is filled with memories of unfortunate events. Writing was my outlet to express my feelings about them, but could never formulate my thoughts in a coherent manner. My short stories and poems always had a tendency to begin with one idea and end on a completely different one, though that never bothered me, I simply loved writing, whether it was good or not. However, it wasn't until middle school writing became an actual outlet for my emotions, because my difficulty to comprehend the spectrum of emotions I had throughout the day.
Writing has always been a means of expression but also a skill to bring to the professional world. I have found my own writing skills improve naturally as I matured as an individual, however the leaps I made came from active experiences that directly tested my ability to write. This was mainly from academic sources where I had to mold my mind differently depending on the writing. I found this difficult as I was more focused on forming empirical analysis and I was unable to stay on topic. Although I had my difficulties, I am also thankful for exposing my weaknesses. By experience, I have improved in writing a lot from continuously reading and writing different forms of essays, all while improving my writing organization.
times it felt like just another burden to add to my homework load, but as I look back I realize that