So, over the course of the past week or so, I’ve been working on improving my motivation to write. I have tried several ways to motivate myself but I decided to try writing as often as possible. It seemed to work quite well and really helped.
My plan was to try and write 3 days of the week. Nothing crazy, just enough that I could get it done, but not too little that it didn’t help. I really tried writing around 2-3 pages per writing. Well, I didn’t quite do 3 days of the week. I found it a lot harder to sit down and write when I didn’t have to. Then I realized, It isn’t that I don’t have motivation. I can get motivated and do anything. It’s that I just don’t like writing and I procrastinate. I try and put it off so I don’t have to do it. So knowing that procrastination was the real problem, I continued writing but, also forced myself to begin on this essay. I don’t like writing, because I feel like my writing ability is incompetent to portray my
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I tend to put stuff off until, there’s no more time to put it off. Especially with this, I had to just buckle down and start typing. Pretty much the only way I could get myself to write an essay is to just sit down and write until it’s over. So, that’s what I did. I didn’t circle the issue to try and find a shortcut or not do it. I just sat down and typed. I realize that mentally I’m capable of my work. But I don’t want to do it, so I have to just make myself do it. This is a mental thing, I am completely capable of writing my essay and getting my work done. I’m completely capable of doing my assignments. It’s that I don’t want to spend the time on it and just shove it so far off that all of the sudden it’s too late. I must somehow change my mind and thought in some way so I can do my assignments. I’m going to condition myself so I don’t end up in a situation with 4 hours left to write an essay I should’ve had all week to write. I need to get down to it and do my
I am always a little nervous and hesitant when I begin writing an essay. Ever since I was little I was an honor roll student, passed all my tests, was placed in honors and AP classes, and eventually graduated a year early from high school. I used to be so confident when I would begin writing a paper, I could finish it within a couple minutes. During junior year of high school, I began taking duel credit classes. I was passing all the classes so far until I reached English 111. It was an 8-week course and I started to get overwhelmed. All throughout the course I was having a little bit of trouble on the essays. I would still receive a passing grade, but it wasn’t an A. I began becoming a little discouraged and didn’t understand what was going
I give in. My passion for writing is growing larger and larger each day, it has become the only thing I think about on a daily basis. It’s turning into a nuisance! I curse it to the back of my head every time it comes to fore thought. It twists my guts into an almost wrenching pain when I don’t have the chance to write something down on a piece of paper and make it my own. It forces the air from my chest as if I were a cartoon character with an anvil flattened. Where did I get this from, you ask? Let me tell you a story that explains my passion. Sit back, and enjoy the ride.
Up until this year, before taking the class intermediate composition, I thought I was a terrible writer. I was right. Writing isn’t something that I enjoy doing, nor am I good at. Writing is difficult for me because I’m not very good at explaining things in a professional manner, that can be easily well written. While writing you are expected to make little to no mistakes, which is not something I’m great at. I am so much better at explaining things with verbal words rather than written words. I had not taken any extra writing classes before this year rather than the mandatory ones. Like I had stated before, I hate writing, with a passion. I dread writing anything, especially an essay for school, like this one. I’m
When trying to think of a positive writing experience I have had in my lifetime, particularly as a small child, I could not think of any. So I began to ask myself why is it that I do not like writing, what happened in my life for me to have such animosity towards the act. I was finally able to think of an event and realized that it had all begun in the 3rd grade. One day, as a punishment for talking during class, I was kept inside during recess and was forced to write Wise Old Owls until my hands began to cramp. For 45 minutes, I was only allowed to write the same old phrase over and over again; “The wise old owl sat on an oak, the more he heard, the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard, why can’t I be like that wise old bird”. To this day I can still remember that little rhyme and to this day I can remember that same feeling I felt as a elementary school student. From that point on I have always had an aversion for writing, it always seemed like a punishment. I still do not understand how people can journal. I don’t see how someone can sit down and write an entry or a novel just for the hell of it. It seems unnatural to me, but I guess that all of these feelings are just because I see writing as a punishment, an
In the past three months I feel like I have accomplished a great deal. As the semester comes to an end I find myself reflecting not only how I have survived the first semester but also what I have learned. The most important thing I have learned so far is how to become a better writer. I did not think it could really happen to me. I did not think I could handle all the work. I did not think I could actually become a better writer. Some how after all the hours of writing, and putting effort into the papers that I wrote this semester, I became a better writer. I did this because I concentrated on two very important areas, with the attitude of, if I could just become better in those then I would become a better writer. With help from an awesome teacher and a reliable tutor I have become a better writer by improving my skills in the areas of procrastination and content.
Although I started off strong determined to finish my assignments and in hopes of obtaining superb grades, my determination grew weak I when I was nearly or halfway done. I would just slack off until the assignment was nearly due, then I would rush to finish it. On the second essay that I was assigned, I started off strong, but halfway through I just didn’t give it my all. I did so because I believed that I would pass even if I didn’t try my hardest. My lack of motivation, as well as many other reasons, caused me to fail that essay. My determination helped me to achieve much in this class, but because I didn’t have enough of it I got lazy and it held me back from my full
I haven’t done a lot of writing in the past. However, the writing I have done has just been for my school. I have never liked writing so I kept writing only to what I needed to write for school. But the kinds of writing I have done are reports, autobiographies, and writing about people from history. I never wanted to do my writing assignments like I was supposed to, which didn’t help me learn how to write. I also have the writing I did last semester, which wasn’t much. But the writing I did do last semester helped my writing so much. Last semester I learned how to put a paper together and what goes into a paper; I didn’t know a lot about writing before last semester. Also, I learned how to do MLA, which I had no idea how to do before. Writing is difficult and I don’t see myself using writing often.
When I am assigned to write an essay, the first thing I do is panic. I panic because I always seem to run into the same problems with my writing process. I have no central idea. I have no clue what I actually want to write about. When I was younger, I always started by making a web or an outline because thats what my teachers encouraged me to do in school, but I don’t do that anymore. Now I sit in front of my laptop, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, gather my thoughts, and type. I just let my thoughts flow onto the page. When I don’t feel the pressure of writing to an audience, my writing is completely different than it is when I am writing something that I know my professor or peers will read. As I am writing this exact sentence, I don’t quite know where I am going with it. My writing process is unorthodox and unorganized, but it is what I do everytime. When I stop trying to follow the linear model of writing, explained by Nancy Sommers as the process of forming an idea, writing about it, then revising afterwards, I feel that I am more capable of discovering something meaningful within my words. When I am forced to write a thesis statement and base my paper solely on it, it doesn’t come out as good as I think it should. It decreases the potential for my ideas to grow and discoveries to be made. It limits me to a single statement and narrows my thoughts, preventing me from discovery.
However, when it came time to write the essay, I was confronted with my old enemy, writing. Writing and I have a history, I have never enjoyed being in the presence of writing, due to its both mentally and physically taxing requirements. Despite our deeply rooted feud, there are times where I cannot simply dismiss writing, and generally with help such as guided activities, exemplars, and therapy; Writing and I can put aside our differences for a brief moment of time. One example of this is in my argument, In the beginning sentence I feel that I was able to reach what was expected of me by created a strong counter argument and quickly proving it wrong: “Some might argue that if an individual has grown fond of an illusion, then why wake them from that joy? Now, that is a fair point, but as we see in the book, if they wake up, they realize how unhappy they truly are.” As I face more and more of these assignments where I am forced to implement writing, I grow more accustomed to the process. Writing might not be my ideal major, but I understand its importance. While I dread typing a 5 page essays, I know they are coming. Better I struggle know and learn than struggle later and
...block. What I also need to do is stop procrastinating by being more confident and have more motivation to write. I will use the fact that there are a ton of negative consequences to procrastinating as my motivation. From my research I will write more leisurely and at a more efficient pace.
There are a number of factors that have influenced my writing today. I consider writing as one of the most tedious tasks. When given writing work, I tend to find it difficult to gather all my thoughts. The anxiety of what the outcome might be has always hindered my thinking and has thus led to my procrastination. I often feel that the rules that accompany writing is frustrating, like keeping up with the word limit, grammar and time management. However, I feel that the environment where I did most of my writing is mainly responsible for my writing toda...
I would tell myself that I will finish my work after I go out with my friends. I would come back home feeling really tired and tell myself that I will finish it next morning. Underestimating the amount of time that was required to complete an assignment was a thing I regretted after I looked at my clock and saw that it’s 2 AM. For some courses, I did not take notes in class as I believed that reading the information in the textbook was enough. I recently realized that if I would’ve taken notes in class, I would’ve been more engaged and interested in the material I’m learning, as I would process it in my mind as I’m writing. In the future, before taking any decisions that affect my academic success, I will re-evaluate my priorities and confront myself about my choices. Setting targets, such as having a dream board, will inspire me to push through any barriers that I might encounter. Setting a certain amount of time to spend on an assignment and finishing it ahead of time will give me a chance to reward myself to feel appreciated. I will stop negative thoughts from taking over my mind by thinking of another helpful thought to develop a positive and confident mind that is looking for accomplishments. I will remind myself that procrastination will only result in me having a frown on my face when I get my results at the end of the semester. I will break the tasks into small chunks that will make the workload seem
When I actually feel the need to write is when I am taking notes or I am in a language arts class. I take notes in class to keep up with my studies, but I do not think much effort is required because I have a motive to take notes; however, I think the effort required in writing most essays discourage me. I realize that I also have the motive to maintain good grades when I write essay, but it just seems that I want to quit halfway through. Beyond schoolwork, I think the obvious purpose of writing is to communicate with one another. Communication seems to be the primary function of
In the past 4 months I have accomplished a great amount of things. As the semester comes to an end, I keep thinking to myself how I survived such a big workload from this class but also what it has taught me. The most important thing that this class, my teacher and the tremendous workload has taught me is how to become a better writer. I didn’t believe that could really happen to me. I didn’t believe I could handle all the work. I didn’t believe that I could actually become a better writer.
Writing has always been one of the things that I’m passionate about. Whenever I have something on my mind, I would jot it down or type it in my notes. No matter how small or pathetic it seems, I would always write it down, because you never know when you’re going to go back to it and create something grand, out of inspiration. People would think that a person like me would write down poems or novel ideas. That’s completely true, but I also write down recipes, grocery lists, hate lists and literally anything that comes to my mind. I’m the type of person that does not like to miss anything, forget anything and likes to include everything. People would say I’m a perfectionist or a control freak and as much as I would hate to admit that, it is true. While these traits of mine might hinder my writing process, during this school year I learned how to embrace them.