The Writer: Me, Myself, and I
To write, to me, means the way to be
able to communicate your thoughts on a piece of paper. Many times this task can be considered easy
while other times it can be thought of as extremely hard. Personally I believe that I’m not on the
bottom of the totem pole however much alike I am also not at the top. I feel that I range somewhere between average
and completely enlightened, (leaning toward the average side). Communication is one of the most important
necessities in life, because how many people do you know, that don’t
communicate once in an entire day, therefore writing is very critical to a
persons way of life. Writing helps
people express themselves in more ways than one.
I have very negative attitudes
toward writing. When I was a little kid
I used to love writing, because I did not think it was a chore. When I was younger I looked at writing as a
fun way to get people to listen to my thoughts.
This might have been because no one really listens too much to a little
kid when he speaks therefore, I took much of an interest in writing. My parents one time even bought me this kit
that I could write in. When I was
finished with the kit I could send it to a publisher and the company would
publish and make the book I had written all fancy. However as a youngster I was very busy and
never got around to writing a book. As I
grew older and graduated from elementary school into middle school, my sentiments
towards writing altered somewhat. I
began not to love writing, however still I was very fond of the subject. Then finally, somewhere between my
maturation, and conversion from middle school to high school, the repulsive
outlook on writing gradually intertwined itself into my life, and I had become
a person of utter disgust for the experience of writing. No more was writing a fun way to get my
thoughts out, but it had become an unpleasant responsibility. This horrid task was caused by nothing more
then my teacher’s pleasure to torture me.
Of course this is not true, and it is just the way of life that ever
person has to go through, which is called the learning process. I squirm at the thought of the learning
process. The learning process causes me
sleep deprivation, stress, and anxiety.
However all in all I will love, thank, and forgive the learning process
when it is over. Therefore as I sit as a
junior in class day by day being educated my views of detesting writing will
stand unchanged until most likely after I reach the age of twenty six. In all of my writing encounters I have
stumbled across many hard and laborious assignments. One of these assignments would most likely be
my 9th grade bioresearch paper, where I had to analyze and discuss
in depth, acupuncture and all of its aspects.
Another literary piece of writing that I remember distinctly is my 2nd
or 4th grade story on a war that takes place inside a
refrigerator. I believe this piece of
writing was probably one of my most creative pieces.
In literature I find one of my main weaknesses is that many times I come to a point where I hit a writing block. This writing block causes me much aggravation and troubles. However a strength that I see in my writing is that many times it can be complex, insightful, and interesting. I honestly took this course because I heard it helps people with their college applications. I hope that I am able to become a diversified and at the same time comprehendible writer.