Reflective Essay: What I Learned In My Writing Class

What can I say about Writing? I was never really a fan of writing, in fact you could say it was least favorite subject. I guess I just never had that clicking feeling that so many writers get, no matter how much I practiced how many writing tutoring sessions I went to my essays would be “C” at best. I had a little thing called writers block and I had it bad, shoot I still get writers block now and then but while I was learning to write all I could do before I got a prompt was pray to god that the essay would be a free write that I could pick what I wanted to write about. My journey to becoming a somewhat decent writer all began in the eighth grade. It was the first day of school and everything was going pretty smooth It just felt like any other first day to me, most of the time the we are getting the syllabi from

I had one more class to go and I was expecting the same thing. The bell rang releasing us from our sixth period to seventh period. “Another easy day I thought to myself, just getting the syllabus and then I’ll get time to talk to people in my class.” I arrived in my seventh period English class I walked inside sat down. The teacher was nowhere in sight. The class was full so I know I wasn’t in the wrong place. I sat in my chair fiddling my pencil for what seemed like forever. Five minutes passes then ten, then twenty then before I knew it and entire hour passed. It was only ten minutes left in class. I kept thinking to myself ‘where is the teacher at’. It’s our first day and we seriously didn’t get to meet him or get to chat. It was about eight minutes of class left and everyone was lined up at the door waiting for the bell to ring. All of sudden the teacher walked in the door, walked through the large crowd of students standing in the path of the door and sat at her desk. The teacher got up wrote her name on the whiteboard. Ms. Shelton, I said to myself she sat back down in her chair still not saying a