I gave it a shot but wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Eventually the idea grew on and I started to write in my free time. In 5th grade I realized writing was my passion. I like writing all types of things, whenever I had to write an essay for a class, I would get excited. My teacher taught us the importance of imagery in writing.
You always acted like you hated me, no matter what I tried, offer even if I did anything, you seemed to be the one person who definitely wanted me out of this group ... It's weird, you know, how we're friends (if we even are still friends after I wrote this) or really that we're friends in the first place... Idek... Where to start.... You know how we always referred to ourselves as "the fish" people thought that we were the deep, creative, in-sync, Pisceans or something. Like having the same sign would make us guaranteed awesome friends... Or maybe I was the only one who thought that? I don't know, but they (I?) weren't completely right.
What’s changed? I started this semester not knowing what I was getting myself into. I used to write so much, because writing would excite me. I thought taking creative writing would reinstate my love for writing, and it did. I have realized that I have a lot to learn about writing still, and that I have some pretty strong weaknesses to work on.
It does not seem as if it is a profession or a hobby or a major, but a feeling. Without it, I am not myself but merely a fraction of who I am. In the more recent years, I have begun to enjoy photography and traveling. I began to follow certain Instagram accounts which inspired me to try and recreate some of the images listed on their feed. Ever since I could remember, I have always loved experiencing other new cultures.
My daily life may not be filled with constant cinema-loving peers; however, I still know who I can share my passion with. I gained a new respect for my knowledge of it and took pride in knowing I am different, but not alone. My passion set me apart in a unique and spiritual way. I started writing film reviews, sharing photos from festival events and friends would inquire about my experiences and reach out for film
Looking back on it now as a high school senior, I'm almost embarrassed to say that was my first piece of writing, but everyone has to start somewhere. The entire year we filled up our purple notebook with stories that flowed straight from our imagination, and I was having the time of my life. Writing came so easily to me, and I could write for hours on end about anything in the entire world. After second grade ended, I didn't stop writing. I continued to compose wild stories about my friends and family going on extreme adventures.
This was a hard concept for me to grasp because I had my ideas, I knew what worked, and I couldn't figure out why everyone else made things so difficult. Now since I was no longer shy, I jumped right into making my opinions obvious and heard when I could. Other people had different opinions and didn't always like mine; they also weren’t very nice about it. I wondered all the time why people weren’t as dedicated as I was about cheerleading, and I still struggle with that today. However, cheerleading is my passion and I’m not going to let other people's opinions change that.
Through all the years of writing I have recognized that I believed writing is all about following the rules. I have held back from truly expressing myself because I focus on following the rules too much. These rules I never thought to impact my writing have also affected other student 's writing styles. I am choosing to discuss where I believe I have learned to follow certain writing rules and rules in general while using personal experiences. I will address why instructors tend to grade and focus on such insignificant rules rather than teaching better writing skills.
I never thought of myself as a great writer. I would always see my classmates have higher grades than me in my honors English classes, and it made me feel insecure about myself. Because of this mentality that I would not be as good as my peers, I never wanted others to look at my writing because I was afraid of judgment although I knew that it would help me. Eventually, I started progressing as a writer, and I knew that using tips and getting help was how I could improve myself. To this day, I dread writing essays.
A place where I met new people and a place that I would not struggle to fit in. It is on this blog that I found myself. Writing has changed me forever, in fact, it has changed me for the better. Writing has changed the way I saw myself in the sense that I came to appreciate my being and despite