Free Personal Narratives: I Am a Writer

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I Am a Writer

Writing for me has not always come so easily. The first essay I wrote, in French, was about my second grade teacher Mr. Bernard. I was utterly enamored by Mr. Bernard, with his slim black leather tie, pinstriped shirt, styled hair and scent of smoke and cologne. He was my hero; I even took a picture of myself dressed up like him and gave it to him. My first experience with writing was in cursive due to my upbringing in Belgium. When our family moved to the US, I was the only third grader learning how to print and properly cross his T's.

My next memories of writing are of writing raps in high school. I have always been an avid listener of hip-hop music but never really tried it myself. It started with little six-bar rhymes about my supremacy with punch lines, metaphors and criminal mischief. The first real rap I wrote was during my sophomore year. I was riding back from Atlanta in a fifteen passenger van, listening to my newest rap tape. One line caught my ear and I found myself continuing the rhyme on my own. I quickly grabbed a pen and pad and watched my pen ride the paper. In thirty minutes I had written two pages of quality poetry, and it was all my own. I was so excited that I could now create my own rhymes and recite them instead of someone else's. I ended up using the rap for an English project and received good feedback from my teacher. I think it was the praise I received from my teacher that really let me know that what I was doing was worthwhile and self-expressive.

I now have confidence in my ability to write and express myself through words. When I first thought of writing it always had a rigid academic tone to it. Through writing rhymes and numerous essays, I have found it to be fluid and recreational as well. I used to dread sitting down at the Mac for a three hour session of click clack. Now I try to find ways of incorporating my style of writing into all the writing I do.
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