My writing has always been unsteady, and I’ve come to accept that it always might be. Ideas always come in waves, in sparks, but they never stay. Ideas come, and I write them down on the closest piece of paper or homework. There are times when I’ll be sitting with groups of friends, then silently take out my phone and type. As the world passes normally to them, I’m stuck in time and swimming in ideas. Inspiration can’t be controlled, it can’t be predicted, but it can bloom into something much greater if you only give it the potential to. My first memory of writing dates back to about fourth grade, which was also around the time I started to enjoy reading recreationally. I don’t remember the assignment, nor do I remember exactly what I wrote, …show more content…
Schoenburger, was all about quantity when writing. She would give her class test essays that progressively grew longer and longer, until eighth grade when I was writing twelve sentence essays all from memory. Meanwhile, my Language Arts teacher, Mrs. Curran, woke me up to the reality of writing and, in turn, the impact that writing had on my life. For the first poetry assignment of middle school, I had simply reused my St. Patrick poem as a first draft, with absolutely no intention of changing it. Why would I? The poem impressed my teacher then, so it will impress my teacher now. When she called me up to talk about the draft, she pointed out mistakes that my fourth grade teacher had purposely overlooked. She was brutally honest in her opinions and told me that the poem was pretty uncreative and average. It was then that I realized I didn’t like being average. I started a new poem for the assignment with a completely different topic and more mature style and, from that moment on, put a huge amount of effort and creativity into anything that I do, writing or not.
With the realization that my writing should grow just as I do, it did. My writing improved, my grades rose, and by the time I graduated eighth grade, I was getting straight A’s and had a reputation for being creative and hard-working, even if I wasn’t as smart as everyone thought me to be. Somewhere in my journey for improvement, I had developed a love for reading and writing and dreamed
Often I sit at the computer, or with a pen and paper, and I think about what I should write. I reflect on my experiences with life, or with my feelings and emotions. If the subject that I write about is coming from my heart, I could write forever, opposed to something that I do not have interest in like the mating habits of fireflies. I don’t care about how, when, and much less why they procreate. I would always dread having to write a paper for my English class, and it was not until I discovered my own love for poetry that I began to enjoy writing. It was my junior English teacher in San Diego, Howard Estes. He allowed me to open my mind to not only the academic perspective of literature, but also to my own personal connection to this confusing written language. This newfound passion gave me a sort of sixth sense. When I look at something, I not only think about what it means to me, but what it means to the world on a larger scale as opposed to taking everything at face value. Through my own writings, and the writings of others, I have been shaped as a unique individual.
Writing has incessantly been a struggle throughout my short life. Within writing, everyone possesses the entirety of tools needed to produce greatness, but many lack in the manufacturing of the product. You may have the greatest ideas for novels and short stories, though be unable to truly express yourself within the confines of only words. This precise issue faces me on a daily basis. All these exceptional visions spinning in my mind, yet I have not been able to master the art of putting these visions onto paper. However, I do admit I have grown as a writer over this single semester, and have major goals set for myself, not only as a writer but also in my career field.
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
I am a student at the University of Pennsylvania, and I am writing in regard to the internship offered by your company, Façon Magazine. After learning about the position as an Online Writing and Blogging Intern through, I was excited by the opportunities by the opportunities it presents. Although I am currently studying the biological basis of behavior, I also have a passion for journalism. I enjoy the communications aspects that accompanies journalism and have a special interest in pop culture. I believe that, with my background, I can bring the necessary skills and a unique perspective to this position and your company.
Growing up, I didn’t have much. My father was a high school drop out, and my mother was away in the Navy. What I did always have however, were stories and books, and lots of them that were read to me. Almost every night my grandma or my aunt would sit down and read me a story as I feel to sleep. I became attached to the books, knowing them by the contents inside and the front covers, even memorizing a few of them by heart.
Throughout high school, my teachers seemed to have more faith in my work than I did, so they pushed me to work harder and build myself as a writer. They assisted me in organizing my thoughts and expressing my ideas on paper. For instance, they would have me write my stream of ideas out on paper and encouraged me to arrange them in related categories; this eventually led to the creation of paragraphs constructed around the ideas in each category, which composed my paper. In addition, my teachers helped me to realize that all I needed was a little direction and self-assurance. Otherwise, I was a completely capable
Over the course of my academic career, I have faced my fair share of challenges. From the time I started school as a young child, education did not come as naturally to me as it did for a majority of my classmates. The most memorable of these struggles, and the one I am most grateful to have gone through, was mastering the art of reading and writing. For a vast majority of my elementary schooling, I was pulled out of my classroom environment to work with a special tutor to strengthen my ELA skills. With haste, I began to see the hours I put in materialize into successes, and every milestone I hit filled me with the joy of a job adequately done.
During my high school and part of my college experience, I feel as though I have received a modest amount of writing instruction. Particularly during high school, my writing instruction felt more class and goal oriented rather than personal and direct. Because of this, I uniformly feel that my grammar and understanding of writing as a subject lacks the basic fundamentals. Since my writing journey in college as began, I have learned more about sentence structure and clarity through reading more academic articles and, also, through reading edited work. What has assisted my transition from high school to college writing has been reading over and revising my own writings after it has been peer edited.
My writing has come up a long way and just began to take an important role in my life. My freshman year of high I had an English teacher that I found to be kind of boring. She did not make reading or writing seem to be enjoyable. This was the first time where I actually did absolutely awful in class for a good amount of the year. For the most part I was reading books and passages on Greek mythology and it just so happened that I was not interested in any of that.
I’ve had a lot of things in my life that I’ve taken for granted; we all have. I never considered the fact that my ability to read and write would be one of those things. I’ve always considered reading and writing a basic human task that everyone in this day and time knew how to do. While I grew up in a relatively poor community, the majority of people my age had common knowledge of reading, writing, and other elementary level skills. At least, that was what I thought.
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.
When I was little I loved Dexter’s laboratory and I swore I was going to be a scientist, I loved movies and swore I was going to be an actress, I played basketball and swore I’d be in the WNBA someday getting buckets and hearing wild fans cheer my name. I had a lot of goals when I was little but when I got to high school I realized what I wanted to do with my life. Reading was always a hobby of mine, but in high school I finally took up writing—poetry at first, as an outlet for my teen angst, and then I realized that through writing I could become anything I want. I could become a scientist, an actress, an athlete, anything I wanted to be— all I had to do was think of a story and then write it. I feel in love with the fact that I could create worlds and have adventures just by thinking it up and writing it down.
You see, I am actually undeveloped in terms of emotional maturity in comparison to my intellectual maturity... Where I go wrong is I am trying to write from my personal experience when I haven't experienced much in my life (my emotional immaturity) when I should be writing from what I have seen other people go through (my intellectual maturity). After some quick analysis of my past submissions; most of my best poems came from writing from my intellectual faculty(unbeknownst to me at the
Over the course of the semester, I feel that I have grown as a writer in many ways. When I came into the class, there were skills I had that I already excelled at. During my time in class, I have come to improve on those skills even more. Before I took this class, I didn’t even realise what I was good at. This is the first class where I felt I received feedback on my writing that helped me to actually review my work to see what areas I lacked in and where I succeeded.
The paper was assigned to use a past memory which makes it an original idea. I use this idea to make a creative essay call My First Kiss. The idea of My First Kiss was to describe a moment in my life as a child and how I got my first kiss. I give my best effort to recreate the idea as much as possible so that the reader can feel what I felt and thought as I told the memory. Recreating this memory was hard but felt proud the why I did it and the paper was graded properly how it should have been. The idea of writing it was original which I use this paper to start brings my own ideas in my future life. Having a