An instructor once said to me when they handed back my essay, "Would you like to turn this into a novella?" Up to that point no one had recognized I could write. The instructor spent 6 weeks with me meeting every Saturday to discuss my advancements and help make corrections. She taught me it was okay to be creative, and how to explore an emotion. She taught me how an outline can be used alongside writing to make it easier. Most of all she gave power and determination to my writing.
Now, every time I sit down to write, whether it’s for work or personal, I take a few moments to think back on that time, gathering my strength and confidence. She shaped me, an imperfect girl who struggles at times to know if a semi-colon or a comma is correct.
During my college career I have been doing a wide variety of writing. All of which have assisted shaping as well as molding me into an effective writer. Some of the classes that helped improve my limits to excel as a writer are my English 280 class, intro to Computer Science class, and lastly Juvenile Justice Class. I have done a few segments of writing in the three semesters of law enforcement class that I have taken here at WIU. Never would I have thought that the three major writing assignments that would shape and influence me into the writer I am today would come from of my LEJA classes, but they have.
How English 095 Changed My Life Some college classes can be boring for students, but some students might get lucky and have a class that is life changing. During the spring 2016 semester at Wilmington University, I took a class that was life changing and it made me think about what I wanted to do with my future. I took English 095 as a requirement for my communications degree. As I sit back and reflect on my experience in English 095, I am grinning just thinking about how the class has made me think about my future careers.
My Writing Progression “It’s what we think we know that keeps us from learning” This quote from Claude Bernard describes my writing development this year. At the beginning of this schoolyear, I thought that I was going to go into this year and be able to breeze through this class because I could write a good essay last year and analyze stories, but I was wrong. Lit Comp Honors has been a brand-new experience for me.
Through years of writing and learning how to improve, my style has been molded by not just writing words and facts, but also not write just opinions and two sides. I put my personality into my writing by, adding hints of my own justifications and commentary. Leading me to consider it a persuasive style, (literarydevices.net) writing ideas and facts all together yet getting my point across without specifically stating it. Thinking about it we just read Jon Krakauer, he gives facts and others opinion in multiple chapters but then inputs his own information and feelings towards Chris using persuasion, I like to balance my writing like that as well.
My feelings toward writing aren 't good nor bad. Writing is something i have had difficulty with in my past. I have no problem brainstorming ideas on what topics to write my assignments on, even if i am given a prompt, but I do have difficulty with sitting down and planning my work. I always find myself getting stuck. So I almost never take the time out to plan out my ideas i come up with.
My strength as a writer seems to be the flow of my paper, finding good citations to support my argument, and writing in a clear manner. I still need to work on floating quotes, word choice, and synthesizing along with clarifying who said certain quotes. I am also working on scheduling more than enough time to write and perfect my essays because as much as I think I have allowed myself enough time I feel like the time is never enough.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
I can 't remember when I began writing as a hobby, but I 've done it long enough for it to feel like a part of me. Everyday, whenever I have time or am in the mood, I try to write something before I go to bed. Whatever that had been scratching at my brain, or something that I want to experiment, I write down before the thought becomes meaningless. Inspirations come from many different sources and at many different times of the day. Often times I find myself struck with an idea when I 'm outside, only to inconspicuously jot my thoughts down onto my phone.
My supporting ideas would get mixed and I would lose the attention of the reader. Secondly after rereading my own writing it becomes clearer that my sentences are not making sense and the reader gives up before reading the rest of the writing. Previous teachers have told me that I am not speaking clear enough about the topic I am trying to explain and/or relate to. When writing it appears clear to me, but when someone else reads it, it does not appear clear to them. My third and final goal was to comprehend direction.
I believe that I have learned many useful lessons this semester. At the start of this semester I honestly did not know how to write a proper essay. There were several big problems with my writing style. My poor grammar and lack-luster writing skills were a real problem. I feel more confident now that I have written some decent papers and come close to completing my first English class.
Compromises between two people are simple, but complications arise when this number increases. Affronted with this issue one afternoon during English class, we were arrayed into haphazard groups and faced with a survival dilemma: rid a survival boat of 60 lbs. of overweight supplies; and all decisions had to be unanimous. While it was an interesting activity, it didn’t impact me on an emotional effect. Without doubt, it was an entertaining and inclusive way to spend class time and develop our writing skills, although it made me feel nothing.
As I began the journey of returning to school, one of my biggest fears, was the writing aspect in the classes. The fear of reading and writing has never been a strong quality; however, I have never able to successfully be creative in the way I learn. I understand my weaknesses and when I need to focus on my strengths. I am constantly learning new ways, skills, and tools to utilize to continue to grow as a writer. Focusing on my strengths allows me to have the security that I can be a good writer.
Personal Narrative by Aram Winter I sat there sweating like a sinner in a church under the glare of his beady eyes. My teacher broke the news monotonously, but his considerable lack of intonation only made my heart sink faster. He clearly didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised that I hadn’t practiced the song for the recital – truth is, at this point in my academic career, all my teachers viewed me as the 8-year-old with a poor work ethic (and honestly, they weren’t wrong). While he said, “You’ll have to sit out on the recital due to your lack of practice,” I heard a proclamation that I was about to become my parents’ biggest disappointment.
It was the beginning of August, soon to be my freshman year of high school. Soccer tryouts were around the corner. I was nervous yet very anxious to get there and show everyone what I had been working on all year. It was my one chance to make new friends and do the thing that I loved most in this world. The night before I could barely sleep.
Having an educational structure from a different background makes me feel unique due to my upbringing. Being born in Africa, our parents believe in "spare the rod spoil the child". This meaning no wrong goes unpunished as well as no good deed remains unrewarded. Moving to the states at an early age was an advantage for them to send me back to Kenya, my homeland where I did part of my education. Having started school in the U.S. life was completely different from how we did it in Kenya.