Since I was a child I’ve always had a stronger connection with letters than with numbers. Writing can take me above and beyond the superficial because unlike math there is more than one answer. I describe myself as the type of writer that leaves everything on the paper, whether it is on actual paper or digital, every feeling and every thought. I do not like to hold back when writing because by holding back I am limiting myself to the thought of “what if,” and not allowing myself to go beyond paper and ink, a computer and a keyboard, or a simple piece of writing and words. When writing a paper I gather some ideas and then I just start writing non-stop, putting all my thoughts and ideas into the paper until I have a what I call a “rough rough
The meaning behind handwriting and letters is by far much deeper. It takes a few effortless seconds to glide ones fingers across a screen and send a text. The effort put into a text does not compare to the time thought out in physical form. You have the power to alter peoples judgement.
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.
From my past experiences, I have grown to prefer reading over writing. When I am reading, I can visualize the text in any way that I see fit. It is almost as if I am rewriting the novel using the illusions that I feel express the words in a passage. For example, in the current independent novel I am reading, it portrays a woman of high stature who is able to lure ...
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.
When it came about reading and writing I've never liked either of them. I always proffered math or any other subject in general since they always seemed less challenging and gave me less of a hard time. I never used to read anything and when it came to writing I
The closure of a tumultuous, long-term relationship helped shape me as a writer, because I realized that I hadn’t even been on my own long enough to know what I wanted or who I was. I fell in love with eloquent and inspirational words, and I began journaling to express myself. I found that scribbling down my thoughts helped mold me into a better writer each time I did so.
thing about me is that I hate writing anything with a pen and a paper. Most of the time
An unknown person has said, “to write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the world.” A pencil is an important facet to me because it is my way of expressing myself. It has helped me through wonderful and awful times.
I really haven't been writing this years at all but i've been writing on some journal entries that ask me all different questions on different stuff. Only reason why is because i haven't really been there for the writing because i came to the school almost beginning of april and since then we haven't really wrote anything and i just got suspended like 2 weeks ago and so ya i really haven't been there for nothing.
Growth is an inevitable part of life where things are constantly changing before our eyes even realize. I started off this semester dreading this class because I wasn’t so sure whether I can handle all the work that was on the syllabus. I did not really enjoy writing essays, unless it was about a topic I could relate to that makes me enjoy writing about it. Throughout the semester, we were asked to write three different types of essays which I was able to really grow as a writer. Each essay required lots of time, patience, solid ideas, and quality effort to make an essay that was done to the best of my abilities and was proud to turn in. I learned many new approaches and skills to improve my writing such as making sure I am making sense with the supporting details I used, have a strong body paragraph that connects to my topic sentence and relates to my thesis.
Writing is vital to my life. It is the most efficient form of thinking. It doesn't come after thought. It's not an expression of what I've already thought. It is thought. I like to think I can write most things well although I will make mistakes if I rush my writing. and my rewrites are always much better than the first draft. I am practically incapable of working things out unless I do it "on paper." This may be because I have a crippled temporary memory. I can't hold multiple images in my mind at once. At work, we have whiteboards all over the office, and I use them more than anyone else. To work on a project, I need to make lists and charts, and I'll refer to them throughout the project. I have to externalize my thought process in order
I could really do I would only give her a reason to feel good about herself or make myself feel humiliated in front of everyone. I couldn’t say anything because it would only be and Let's go back a few years coming into a new chapter of the book, you know the transition from Middle School to High School. I was nothing but a full time student who thought she one day would become a English teacher. I loved the long, chilly nights of procrastination trying to get homework done. Suddenly it turned around completely, a few weeks into the class my first essay of the year was right around the corner. I think we all know how that turns out probably with a big fat zero, but for me it was different since writing had always played a large part to my life. The most important element in my developing
I was born and spent most of my life before I turned 11 in northern Illinois. In the month after I turned 11, my family moved to North Carolina. My mother is from the mountains of southwestern Virginia and my father speaks English as a second language. I learned to speak and formed most of my vocabulary while living in Illinois but my time in the South has also influenced the way I speak. As I spend time with my grandparents both in Japan and in Virginia, my syntax and cadence change as well as the words I use, creating a unique accent that fits many places yet nowhere. I call a group of people “guys” even when females are present, but I use the term interchangeably with “y’all”. I say yes ma’am and no sir, I use a very slight case of Japan-glish,
I first learned to write in school, as I remember it. My earliest memory pertains to Mrs. Holkman’s lesson that taught writing the actual letters, both in printed and in cursive. Since then my writing has increased both in quantity and quality. Outside of school I did not write much, or at all for that matter, because there was no real intrinsic motivational drive for me to, and no extrinsic reasons either. In school I began writing in gradually excelling increments, as everyone else probably did. Slowly my words became sentences, my sentences became paragraphs, my paragraphs became stories, my stories became pages, now my ideas are allowed to fully flow from my mind to the page in an appealing manner.
I stepped up to the stage when my name was called over the microphone. I walked over to the man that was handing out the certificates and letters. I smiled at the audience that was clapping politely. My mind rushed back to a couple months before when I was writing my piece for the Scholastic Writing awards. I always hid my writing from someone if they walked by while I was writing, in fear of someone judging my writing and not liking it. I remember the countless nights I stayed up writing and deleting and rewriting work on the memoir I wrote trying to get it edited welI enough to submit for the writing contest. I wouldn’t of never thought of myself as a good writer until one time my teacher asked to talk to me after class and talked to me about how well my memoir was written, and that I should think of entering my work into writing contests. After that, I forgot about what he said for a couple months until a week before the deadline of the Scholastic Writing awards. I remembered what my teacher told me a couple months ago, and after that I worked harder than I ever had on my memoir to submit it for the contest. After submitting to the contest, entering completely slipped my mind, and I forgot about the