10th grade I had left my old to school to transfer to a new school and I had another teacher name Ms. Carroll who made my year a living hell. She made us write paper after paper all the time to where we had a paper almost every time we read a book or watched a movie. By then I started to hate writing wanted to give up on something that I had a passion for witch made me fail the 10th grade but I had enough credits to leave the school and be put in the right grade. My 11th grade year in school I was on top of my work but I went to three different schools in that one year. Writing by then was a joy to me time flew before it was my 12th grade year it was hard I was writing so many papers.
All I needed was some time off this destructed relationship that for some reason it was hard to let go of and some time off school. I found myself in a deep hole when I caught myself doing homework an hour before the due time or taking test where I would score as if I took it blindfolded. I lost myself. Weeks and weeks I tried to set a mental plan to attempt to get on track but each week I lost focus. My second semester I left with a great GPA of a 3.4 and to be off course because of some meaningless guy was absurd.
The one book that stood out to me was the book my mom use to read to me. All I could think of was to read more new books with my mom. I was so excited to begin to learn. Every day I remember coming home and telling my parents all the amazing stories I listen to in class. Even thou at the time I didn’t know they were called Nursery Rhymes until I began learning more about it in my school.
Good morning everyone, I’m going to be reading a passage from Fever 1793, by Laurie Halse Anderson. Born on October 23,1961 in Potsdam, in Northern New York State. She read all the time; awful at math, but then lots of creative people were. She graduated form Georgetown University in 1984 with a B.S.L.L in Languages and Linguistics. For years, Laurie loved to write, but considered it more than a hobby, and became a freelance reporter, she also began to write all types of books, and accomplished to pile up a lot of rejection letters.
I hated writing the most. I was never good at it so I dreaded every moment of it. Sounds crazy right, now Imagine me during cursive time. More so, every fourth grader was required to write full paragraphs with at least five sentences. Writing felt so endless, and boy did the teachers pile on writing assignments a little before MEAP testing that year.
What a punishment this paper was, I thought. If I didn’t like writing before I damn sure didn’t now. With the thought of losing recess ever present on my mind, I continued to work on my paper. It was during this time that I started to view writing, not as something fun or a chance to be creative, but as a chore. It was something I was forced to do as a punishment.
We had a couple practice writing tests and even though I tried I did not do very well on the tests. I was very nervous the day of the writing test, and I remember the prompt being pretty hard. When my teacher was calling out names to tell us our grades on the writing test, I was scared to know my score. It turned out I made a high three out of four, four being the best score to make. Throughout all my years of school with reading and writing, I never liked to read and write.
UCOR 101 Thinking and Writing made me come to the realization that writing papers for college is completely different than writing for high school level classes. Throughout high school the effort I put forth was not near the amount of effort that is required for college classes. I would write a paper the night before it was due and hand it in and get a good grade without any negative comments from my teachers. Unfortunately I carried this bad habit over into college. My UCOR 101 teacher scrutinized the first paper that I wrote and he could tell it was written the night before and even referred to it as a high school paper.
My freshman year, I took geometry as my math elective and I often corrected the teacher and got sarcastic remarks in return. I never did my homework because test in the class summed up to 70% of the grade, so I decided to get A’s on the test and pass, and I did. Science and English were the worst. All the experiments we did were strictly control; we would proceed with a step until the teacher allowed us to do so. And English has become a subject of intimidation, the reason being that in my four years of high school English; we watch so many movies that I did not learn proper writing skills and proper communication skills.
My writing process is like a small flame, slowly igniting fierily as the right stimulants are exposed to me and slowly dies down when exposed to water. The moment I receive a writing assignment, I really don’t think too much about it, especially if the topic does not interest me at all. My mind just flies along the birds in the sky as I really do not care that much about the writing assignment especially if it has been handed and the days to do the assignment is a lengthy one. I only give some attention to the writing assignment once the deadline is drawing nearer and nearer. That is the time I think more about the writing assignment and how to write it like what topics to cover, the outline of the paper and whatever it needs to be addressed.