Writing

My whole life I struggled with writing. In my case, writing wasn’t my favorite part of my day. I’m Hispanic, my first language at home is Spanish. Growing up here was really hard as my parents were immigrants and really weren't informed of help the state provided like preschool. Kindergarten was the worst. I remember I had a teacher drag me out of class by my sweater to the Principles office because I wasn’t doing what was asked but I didn’t understand her instructions, plus on the way to the office I pushed her hand off my sweater which got me “Apple Room” for 2 days. I had a lot of trouble developing my English, my speaking and comprehension, as also my readings were decent, but I had a hard time developing my writing. I don't remember anything, about elementary school besides that situation I had with the teacher. All my middle school years I was in ESL classes, at the time, I didn't know what it meant and didn't care either as all my classmates were Hispanic and also my teachers knew how to speak Spanish. I don't remember having any writing assignment, but I could be wrong. I don’t remember exactly what the test was named but I did know all students who had a different first language than English, were pulled out of class for this text, all I remember about the test is I had to describe pictures, give directions, and describe the use of items. All I know is that I made it through all of my classes and then started high school.

I wasn't the best student in school. I bounced between three high schools and time out of school. I do believe that I might have affected my learning as I was never in class. I knew I wasn't good at writing, I struggled in writing, so I never gave it all my attention. I did “skip” a lot of school...

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...ng I am sure about is that if its wanted then its accomplished. I wanted to graduate school and I accomplished it.
I already felt like I was on top of the world. I had got the best grades and graduated high school. I was determined to be better, to become a nurse. I paid a course to receive a certification as Medical interpreter and passed it with an 88%. Yes, I was happy. I started to begin my enrollment in college. My first days of class were crazy, looking for classes and the parking lot. Learning Blackboard but I was happy no writing was asked for at this time. Two weeks later, I am having the same struggle writing a narrative about writing. I am sure my whole journey I once had has begun all over again. How am I going to pass this class. Am I going to overcome these problem. I guess I will just have to see what life brings to me and this so called “Writing.”