My Writing Experience

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I pride myself in being an avid reader and okay writer; my family does not agree with me. I can read a two-hundred page book in about four to five hours depending on my mood and whether I take breaks. I wrote an essay for a competition that goes from chapter level to state level to national level; I got first until national level, where I was in the top twenty, making it so for the whole competition I was in the top half of the top one percent. However, I do not see myself as a good writer. This does not explain why I think that; my experiences with reading are far different than my experiences with writing. Because of the differences, I shall give two separate sides to my experiences with the basics of English – reading and writing. As a …show more content…

I was in second grade and my class was talking about the pilgrims (Christopher Columbus, “Indians”) because Thanksgiving was coming up. I went home to my mom and asked her about because I wanted to know more. We, of course, went to the library across the street from my house. I checked out 6 books on the first Thanksgiving and the pilgrim’s trip to the Americas. I read them all by the next day, but I had a serious problem with them – they had almost no information on the “Indians.” I am part Native American so I wanted to know about them. I went back to the library and got more books, this time on Native Americans relating to the time period of the pilgrims. I think that was the most angry I had ever been at that age. I read about what happened to them and then I went back and read about the trail of tears. I can honestly tell you that, as a seven year old, I was ashamed that our country was founded on those events – that we flourished on taking everything we could away from them. I was a precocious child with a penchant for reading and no ambivalence towards telling anyone what I thought or how I felt; I haven’t really changed that much in that aspect to be completely …show more content…

I love expressing myself in words; I just lack the confidence to share those words with the people around me. When I submitted that essay, I thought I wouldn’t place well in the chapter level. I almost cried when they told me I had won first place. I knew it was going to state but I never would have believed I would get first there too; I did cry when they told me I had. I know that I did not win nationals but they will not tell me what I placed, so nationally I am between four and twenty for this past year. It is getting a little harder to doubt that I have writing ability. I still stand by that being a fluke of y skills; then again, Ms. Amy Major hated that essay and thought it was horrible. I classify myself as okay for this reason. I am not a bad writer but I am not a great writer either. I have room to improve as most students do. I plan to continue to

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