My Writing History
I would consider myself an okay writer. I’m definitely not the strongest writer, or the best writer, but if the topic is something I am interested in, I feel like I could write a pretty good and somewhat passionate essay about the topic. My favorite topic or genre to write is creative writing. My least favorite thing to write is probably an informative essay – especially if the topic is something I’m not interested in. My earliest memories of writing are writing poems or small stories in elementary school for my family in class as assignments. I think I really liked writing those because my mom would always hang them up on the fridge when I brought them home. My favorite memories of writing are from eighth grade. I had this amazing teacher and she loved to write poems. I liked writing poems that year because of her. She taught me how to make really interesting poems and to show pictures or stories with my words instead of just telling them. A teacher who shaped my writing was my junior year high school English teacher. He took my okay writing and made it more interesting. He showed me how to lay out my paragraphs so that I could go into more detail about the topic and not have as many run-on sentences. In his class we wrote really long essays and I felt like after the first one they got less and less boring. My worst writing experience I ever had was my junior paper. At my highschool every junior has to write an 8 page, single spaced, informative essay. Those were the only rules. It could be about anything we wanted to write about. I had no idea what to write about so my teacher helped me pick a topic and helped me get started. I wrote it exactly how he said I should, I kept my opinion out of it and wrote 8 pages on Roe vs Wade and women’s rights. It was the worst experience I ever had writing a paper. I went to hand it in and his comments said “not good, too opinionated.” I was so mad. I fought with him over this paper for two weeks trying to get him to reread it or let me change it and he just kept saying no.