Struggles In My Life

Throughout my life one of my main struggles has always been writing. To my peers it always seemed to be effortless for them or even as if it was natural. When I was younger I always felt left out or different because I was not as “talented” as my classmates. It was always hard when people would look over and see me struggling to put my thoughts into words and onto the paper. Not only was it embarrassing but it was scary too, I was always scared of what I write or type might not being good enough. In elementary school I do not think I grasped the idea of forming sentences in chronological order. The thoughts in my head bounced everywhere, it was extremely hard for me to stay on topic. Most of the time when I was telling a story I would find myself getting sidetracked and talking about something that does not necessarily relate to the story, but came into my head because of the story I was explaining. Teachers that I had also never took the time to address what my problem was, I guess they assumed it was something I would grow out of. I specifically remember this one time in fifth grade we had to write papers and let our classmate read it. I begged and begged the teacher not to make me, only because kids can be so cruel and not only talk about what you chose to

In my young mind I thought that my teachers were going to help improve my writing skills, but it was not until eighth grade that my teacher actually made us write essays. Before eighth grade we had little assignments like journals, but they were so short, and I think they may have just given us a grade if we had something written down. Then suddenly we had to write essays with paragraphs and each paragraph had to be a certain length. This was a lot to take in for me because of the little experience I had, and because of how long they had to be. I thought to myself I do not even know enough words to make a paper this