I felt it. The rush of words and images through my brain from my first experience with writing. I had felt a feeling of sensation and expression. It was art. My teacher was Mrs. Kunkel who taught communications class, and we had to write a play of some sort regarding emotion and expression through the generalization that is life. It was a thrilling experience, and I had to approach it with a pre-teen mind with actions louder than words. It wasn 't just a writing experience. It was an experience conveyed through the influence of others that impacted myself, and then further expanded into the people I was working with. It was music as a resemblance of my influence. Pen in hand, thoughts ready to process, I began to discuss with my friends of what we were going to act out.
"Well, what if we did something cheerful and happy?" My friend Hunter had suggested, wanting to avoid the act of seriousness; mainly due to the tone of the average middle school student.
"Well, we could, but I feel that would be against what we have been discussing these past few days," Henry had chipped in, due to the previous days of where we went over serious topics in class.
"Perhaps we could go into depth with something serious, after all, a lot of the music I 've been listening to recently talks about concepts of life, so perhaps we could go from that?" I had replied.
Henry agreed with the idea, but Hunter was still worried that we were going to get a bad grade for it since it covered heavy topics
The six students met near the part of town where Howleen’s incident occurred. “Are you sure we wanna be out here?” Jackson asked nervously. “This is a really bad part of town.”
Dad was making his patented breakfast and in a pretty good mood. He had used a large butcher knife to slice mounds of potatoes into little squares, then fried them in boiling lard in a cast iron skillet. Two additional cast iron fry pans were filled with scrambled eggs and a fourth pan filled the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of bacon frying. There were several baking sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and lots of cinnamon. He rolled up the whole thing and cut slices an inch thick, then placed them on a cookie sheet to bake.
“Rolland!” Mrs. Peterson, the teacher, shouted as she threw the eraser at him. She missed him by an inch. Rolland Brown jumped as it went by his head. He was reading a comic book hidden within his textbook.
Questions were answered on a volunteer basis and I was able to sit back, confident that the same students would do the talking” (434). This gives the reader something to go off of as far as what type of classroom setting the story takes place
Tonight, a warm summer night in 1765, I was sitting down with my family for dinner. News had spread around that there was a recent act passed by the motherland, called The Stamp Act. “I find this... odd, that 's all.” I spoke to my wife, Mary, looking to my dinner in front of me. “You know, this... “Stamp Act” being passed.”
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.
Having my high school at the AP program established under SCNU was always one of my luckiest things happened to me. At here, I was trained to be priorly familiar with the U.S. education system and successful after coming to the U.S. where all the students were supposed to go. In order to be prepared, I was trained to write different kinds of essays, including laboratory report, social science research paper and literature expository writing. I have started to write all these kinds of essays since grade 10, and every writing assignment has gone through the process of outlining, drafting, peer proofreading and editing. At college, my writing style hasn’t really changed, yet, the way I write an essay has changed.
I 've learned that reading and writing can take me any where I want it to go. I can explore my mind to go anywhere by imagination, by reading and writing. However,My reading and writing experience since I was a kid until now I still having a difficulty. When I was 3 years old my mom started me to learn how to read and write. At first, I 'm having a difficulty to read and write but my mom tried her best to taught me.
A Learning Experience: Reading and Writing Through most of my adolescent years, reading books and writing my thoughts took patience that I lacked and a desire my mind could not want for. But as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. I know now that we are fortunate to have the opportunities to learn to read and write at such a young age. We are willingly and eagerly taught by our families, friends, neighbors, and teachers at school. But I find myself wondering, what about those that were not so lucky?
Like I said writing was hard for me. I think the reason being that I was able to read well so I didn 't have much to write about other than the stuff I heard. Even then, If I did write was wasn 't going to be able to read it. Now that I could do both better my doors have open
My mind goes blank when I write. Then I just stare for ever at a blank sheet of paper. Then the next thing you know it’s due tomorrow. After that I just whip something up really quickly. I like writing when I’m told what to write.
Throughout the course of one’s education, the importance of reading and writing is emphasized very early on. Children learn to recognize and construct letters of the alphabet before grade school even begins. Kindergarten is where the first stages of word development start and from that point forward, the rules of writing are given emphasis. From simple guidelines such as the difference between nouns and verbs to more complex theories including rhetorical strategies and proper essay formatting, students are expected to keep up with the new levels of writing year by year and not one person misses out. As a student that has been in the public school system since the beginning, my writing experience has been extensive, full of countless rules and guidelines, and highly criticized, but could always use some more work.
My Writing Experience In previous courses, my writing skills have been mediocre or just enough to pass the class. Throughout the duration of this course, I have written a variety of papers using different techniques and skills. Previously I would write assuming that the only audience would be my instructor. This course has helped me realize that there are many steps and skills involved with writing a well-organized and easy to comprehend essay.
Towards becoming a writer -------------------------------- I promised myself that I will learn a new skill this year. I resolve to learn how to write with purpose.
Writing is extremely comforting to me, I even find it therapeutic. As a young writer, I would write short stories on silly ideas like puppies or flowers because I enjoyed that. As I progressed through middle school, I picked up different styles of writing by reading books from various authors. The more styles of writing that I read, the more I wrote. I used to write about fictional characters and subjects.