As a child, before I began school, my little sister would pretend to be a girl named Ballerina, and I would be her friend Tutu. We would dance around the room, arguing over imaginary situations that never made any sense while our parents occasionally glanced over at us, strange expressions written on their faces. Of course, as we grew up, we stopped pretending to be imaginary people with hyper-dramatic lives and started to live our own realities, instead of acting out nonexistent scenarios for another person’s life. Losing creativity is just a part of growing up. I have learned, though, that a person finds it again in different aspects of their life as they age. Some demonstrate creativity in their careers, others throughout the school …show more content…
I found it in the long tresses of a white-haired knight, with her hands wrapped around the hilt of her sword, swinging bravely toward a dragon with impossibly large wings and a breath as harsh as the heart of a volcano. I found it in the next morning, running on three hours of sleep, just trying to last through the school day. I found it doing the same again the next night. As I grew older, with more high school English papers to write, I began to wield it to my advantage. I learned to twist that creativity from something I loved to read to something I loved to write, and I learned to love writing for school, too, by pushing the limits of a prompt to compose a writing intriguing to me (and hopefully to the teacher reading my essay). In seventh grade, writing became more than just a way to entertain myself. It became a way to distract myself. Somehow, the clicking of my space key moving me onto the next word, the sight of page after page of my own writing, the idea of being in a place completely different from home allowed me to abandon my parents’ fights, my tears, and my stress. It helped me cope with their vague threats, empty promises, and long
Thinking about a topic to write about is not always easy, and sometimes the process of writing can end up being difficult. Jennifer Jacobson discusses strategies to overcome the struggles that young writers can encounter while writing. I was interested in her book No More “I’m Done!” Fostering Independent Writers in the Primary Grades because I feel like as a future teacher this could be a frequent problem among students. From reading this book, I hoped that I would learn useful strategies that I could use to help students overcome their problems with writing. After reading this book, I do believe that Jacobson has provided me with plenty of methods to use. I was surprised at the depth that she goes into in her text. There is a vast amount
Once I reached high school my love for writing dimmed. I was taught a formula on how to write the perfect essay. The dreaded five paragraph essay was engraved in my brain: An intro with a hook, a thesis, body paragraphs, and a conclusion. Constantly being told my creativity wasn’t formal, so when I wrote papers it was more facts and evidence and less short stories and experiences. My writing became dull to me and reading over my papers and stories was a dread because I could see the drastic amount of lost creativity. Although I still received high praise it felt as if the papers I was writing wasn’t
I remember the year my Highschool team went to the state championship. My team the Kansas City Hawks went up against the twelve time champs The St.Louis Kings. What made them twelve time champs was us. Every time my team went to the championship The Kings met us there. All twelve times The King where the victors. January 25,2024 The Hawks were on a warpath for that Championship.
Writing is something that always came relatively easy to me. I was not the best student in High School, though that was primarily due to my lack of effort and enthusiasm. I was certainly capable of doing the work, though baseball and Atari always seemed to come first. But with writing, I was most often able to produce the quality of work my parents expected of me in a short and painless amount of time.
The drive is my favorite place to be. The reason behind this is that the drive is a perfect purgatory. A perfect middle ground. In the drive i’m going somewhere and yet at the same time i’m going nowhere. You’re leaving and going at the same time. I love this fulcrum because it allows me to not worry about making a decision because it’s happening at the same time. A moment of peace.
Many years ago, I began school as many other children do. You begin with going to kindergarten and as you progress you begin to learn the English language by first learning the alphabet and by then learning to write. For a large part of my high school years, my writing improvement seemed to fall to the wayside. When I began this course, I realized there is more to writing than meets the eye.
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
Since I was a child I’ve always had a stronger connection with letters than with numbers. Writing can take me above and beyond the superficial because unlike math there is more than one answer. I describe myself as the type of writer that leaves everything on the paper, whether it is on actual paper or digital, every feeling and every thought. I do not like to hold back when writing because by holding back I am limiting myself to the thought of “what if,” and not allowing myself to go beyond paper and ink, a computer and a keyboard, or a simple piece of writing and words. When writing a paper I gather some ideas and then I just start writing non-stop, putting all my thoughts and ideas into the paper until I have a what I call a “rough rough
Over the course of about six months my sister’s health began to rapidly deteriorate to the point where she began to look like a walking corpse. I was only in sixth grade and never fully understood the severity of her unknown illness. I never thought that her scraggly brown hair, exposed ribs, and extensive bed rest was becoming a massive problem, I just thought she was losing weight and needed to eat more. My family finally had and answer during early March 2013.
I knew I wasn’t bad at writing but I never thought I was great at it either. I think one of these reasons is because I had never really cared about and/or related to the subjects I was writing about. But because of Mrs. Shaw’s class I was taught that I couldn’t just write, I could take joy in it. This argument is supported in Lenhart et. al.’s article, “Writing, Technology, and Teens,” stating:
In 2008, at the time, I was living with my family. I lived in Lakewood, Ohio with my mom,dad, and my younger siblings.We lived in a one story house with my brother, which was the youngest, and my sister, which was the second youngest.Then there's my mom, dad, and I. As I was the oldest, by about three to four years apart from my siblings, I was the only one going to school, while my siblings stayed at home still not ready for school. I thought it was unfair that I was the only one going to school, and got to miss out on things they did at home , or if they left and went somewhere without me.
My freshman mentality was a canvas painted in the color of black and white, each stroke was controlled and drawn with precise lines. The painting showcased a picture of the cityscape-achromatic and neutral. I was another eager soul, confident to meet challenges. Brush lines of towering buildings reflected my aspirations; white dots of glowing stars represented my idealistic goals to succeed in my classes. I was determined, committed, and confident.
In my time as a reader/writer I’ve developed a broad knowledge of literacy. What made me, the reader/wrtier that I am today goes back to the second grade. In the second grade we did A.R. reading, we set goals every week and read books that were only at our reading level. Then we went to the library to type words. Throughout most of the second grade I didn’t really try with reading or writing, but it really started in the third grade when my teacher made me read and write everyday. She made me reach a goal every day, and eventually it got to a point where I was one of the best readers and a good writer. I had to summarize each story we read in class and then write my opinion on the story and what I learned from reading it.
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For many kids becoming a lover of reading and writing is immensely difficult, however; it typically seems to only takes reading one book, reading one play, or doing one assignment to initiate the passion for the literary arts. Being able to see the world from more than just one observation is part of the reason people are beginning to see the necessity for literacy in our current society. Furthermore, I wasn’t able to develop the passion for writing until I was in fourth grade. Dealing with a slew of personal issues, I found refuge in acting out until my teacher, Mrs. Williamson, introduced me to writing and taught me to express my emotions through the English language rather than disruptive behavior.