My Writing Experience

I have always been proficient when it comes to writing. I wrote a lot as a child; I enjoyed writing stories about my favorite characters in the afternoon cartoons I would watch as the sun began to set. Granted, as a young child, I could barely create a coherent sentence, but the concepts behind creating stories were present in my mind. This proficiency continued throughout all of my Elementary and Middle school career; I always received high marks on my writing, and even offered to help other students express their ideas. I learned most of my technique from other writers, mainly people who wrote fan-works of my favorite series. While there were many self-proclaimed authors that wrote as if they had never taken a formal writing class in their life, many experienced writers used many of the same methods of describing the fantasy worlds that were so meticulously

There was no longer an emphasis on creative writing, and all the fantasy worlds I had imagined before turned into mundane situations that I had to analyze. Writing shifted from an expression of feeling to an expression of skill. While this sounds depressing, to say the least, my learning increased exponentially. What I had previously taught myself, I was formally taught in school. We wrote many essays throughout the entirety of high school. I learned many tools and skills to use in my writing, and my essay quality greatly improved. Even though I longed for the days of creative writing, I did not let that hinder my progress. My hard work paid off in English 1101; in all honesty, I barely had to try to pass that class. Many of the things we learned in that class I already knew, and essays were practically effortless. I could write one draft and turn it in after a quick revision, and score at least a 95, though many essays were closer to a 100. I received high marks for all the papers I turned in. It proved to me that I was an accomplished writer, and I wore that with