Narrative Essay About Art Class

I did not always share a love or appreciation of writing, however for as far back as I can remember I have always had a love for art. I can remember intensely eyeing the clock in school waiting for the little hand to strike on the hour signaling the time for a change of classes, with each strike on the hour bringing me closer to my cherished Art class. However, every day one dreaded class stood between me and my passion for art, my writing class. I swear the clock never ran slower than it did during English, I truly couldn’t have cared less for reading or writing. It was 7th grade a new year, new teachers, staring at my class schedule I quickly realized nothing has changed, scheduled right before sixth period art class was my nemesis English

Mrs. Roberts walked in the room with her brownish grey hair rolled up in a in a tight bun, glasses that rested at the tip of her nose, and a stern look on her face, she reminded me of a strict librarian. The feeling of angst quickly washed over me and I remember thinking that this would surely be my most odious writing class thus far. I could feel my anxiety levels shoot up to record levels as sweat beads started to form on my forehead. As Mrs. Roberts pulled out her chalk, I quickly placed my fingers in my ear and cringed in anticipation of the screeching sound of chalk that was sure to follow, and she started to write something on the board in front of her. As she stepped away I could see the words “CREATIVE WRITING” inscribed on the chalkboard that sparked a sense of curiosity deep inside me. There were many words I had associated with writing, boring, tedious, drab, but never creative.

Mrs. Robert’s class has proven to be a significant turning point in my literacy development by introducing a structure of writing that captures my interest and love for writing, while encouraging creative growth of my artistic abilities, and gaining confidence in my ability to