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Diamond Johnson
February 9, 2015
Eng-111-97
Literacy Essay
Is Writing Really That Hard?
I still today have trouble when it comes to writing essays. When I get asked to create one, bad memories start to toy with my brain. I would go into panic mode trying to figure out what to write and how to write it. It would take me nearly a lifetime to come up with a simple topic and it all began in a place called high school.
There I was waiting for class to start being only a freshman in high school. Not having anything to do, I would look on the board in class just to kill time. My teacher would come to a class full of annoying students. He warned us to keep quiet, but they never listened. “That’s it! Take out a sheet of paper and write me an essay of showing respect to your teacher,” he shouted while slamming his books on the desk. An anonymous student spoke out, “But sir, some of us didn’t do anything, do we have to do it too?” Our teacher felt a little guilty giving the innocent ones, like myself, an unexpected essay. “For only this side of the classroom can do an essay on any topic they would like,” he said. The other side of the classroom complained and threw hissy fits. I am panicking about coming up with what to write about. This essay is tearing me apart doing all sorts of karate on my aching brain. Essays would make my hands shake and sweat. I began looking around the classroom and the ceiling. My heart was thumping fast. The clock was ticking and I still didn’t come up with anything to write.
With everyone finishing up, I finally came up with doing my project on confidence. I thought it would be a great topic to calm me down. Now onto the Introduction. I am at the highest peak of stress. My friends, my enemies, even the class clown turned in their work before me. That made me want to finish quickly. I began to move my pencil on paper and I was finally writing. My first sentence contained a question. Starting off an essay with a question helped me. It gave birth to so many ideas. Before I knew it, my hands were racing against time. The clock was still singing, but my hands were still dancing. “Just keep writing,” I told myself, but then the bell roared and my pencil hit the dirty floor of the classroom. Before I could pick it back up, reality hit me. “Pencils down, turn in your work,” my teacher shouted. All I could think to myself was my short and unfinished essay. How is it an essay, if you only have a paragraph and the bottom
half of it was bottomless?
I went straight to my teacher, “I need more time.” My teacher took a look at my paper, seeing that I didn’t have much on it. He took a quick look at me, “Why didn’t you finish this easy assignment? You had an opportunity to write your essay on anything, and all you have is an introduction?” If only he knew how I felt about writing, he'd understand. “You can't finish, I’ll just grade what you have,” he told me. He didn’t even look at me. I walked out the classroom with my head down. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. My friends who finished their essays were asking each other how they felt about the essay. Most of them saw it as the easiest way to write an essay. I just walked away from the subject completely, just as I felt I did with my essay. I didn’t feel good enough to keep standing there. Still today, I have the same issues.I have trouble coming up with what to discuss and how to create an amazing introduction to even the most easiest of essays. I wonder why my pencil, paper, and mind never collaborate together when it comes to writing. I wish that I could get better and it was always embarrassing not having the skills I need to come up with at least one decent essay. I just want to write without being criticized. I asked myself then and now, “Is writing really that hard?”
Rough Draft Link
https://onedrive.live.com/redir?page=view&resid=484CD2D45396C4B3!195&authkey=!AG4mfV2Y7NtoEUA
February 9, 2015
Eng-111-97
Literacy Essay
Is Writing Really That Hard?
I still today have trouble when it comes to writing essays. When I get asked to create one, bad memories start to toy with my brain. I would go into panic mode trying to figure out what to write and how to write it. It would take me nearly a lifetime to come up with a simple topic and it all began in a place called high school.
There I was waiting for class to start being only a freshman in high school. Not having anything to do, I would look on the board in class just to kill time. My teacher would come to a class full of annoying students. He warned us to keep quiet, but they never listened. “That’s it! Take out a sheet of paper and write me an essay of showing respect to your teacher,” he shouted while slamming his books on the desk. An anonymous student spoke out, “But sir, some of us didn’t do anything, do we have to do it too?” Our teacher felt a little guilty giving the innocent ones, like myself, an unexpected essay. “For only this side of the classroom can do an essay on any topic they would like,” he said. The other side of the classroom complained and threw hissy fits. I am panicking about coming up with what to write about. This essay is tearing me apart doing all sorts of karate on my aching brain. Essays would make my hands shake and sweat. I began looking around the classroom and the ceiling. My heart was thumping fast. The clock was ticking and I still didn’t come up with anything to write.
With everyone finishing up, I finally came up with doing my project on confidence. I thought it would be a great topic to calm me down. Now onto the Introduction. I am at the highest peak of stress. My friends, my enemies, even the class clown turned in their work before me. That made me want to finish quickly. I began to move my pencil on paper and I was finally writing. My first sentence contained a question. Starting off an essay with a question helped me. It gave birth to so many ideas. Before I knew it, my hands were racing against time. The clock was still singing, but my hands were still dancing. “Just keep writing,” I told myself, but then the bell roared and my pencil hit the dirty floor of the classroom. Before I could pick it back up, reality hit me. “Pencils down, turn in your work,” my teacher shouted. All I could think to myself was my short and unfinished essay. How is it an essay, if you only have a paragraph and the bottom
half of it was bottomless?
I went straight to my teacher, “I need more time.” My teacher took a look at my paper, seeing that I didn’t have much on it. He took a quick look at me, “Why didn’t you finish this easy assignment? You had an opportunity to write your essay on anything, and all you have is an introduction?” If only he knew how I felt about writing, he'd understand. “You can't finish, I’ll just grade what you have,” he told me. He didn’t even look at me. I walked out the classroom with my head down. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. My friends who finished their essays were asking each other how they felt about the essay. Most of them saw it as the easiest way to write an essay. I just walked away from the subject completely, just as I felt I did with my essay. I didn’t feel good enough to keep standing there. Still today, I have the same issues.I have trouble coming up with what to discuss and how to create an amazing introduction to even the most easiest of essays. I wonder why my pencil, paper, and mind never collaborate together when it comes to writing. I wish that I could get better and it was always embarrassing not having the skills I need to come up with at least one decent essay. I just want to write without being criticized. I asked myself then and now, “Is writing really that hard?”
Rough Draft Link
https://onedrive.live.com/redir?page=view&resid=484CD2D45396C4B3!195&authkey=!AG4mfV2Y7NtoEUA
Reflection
Usually, it is the beginning of the semester where work it easier. My English teacher assigned us to do a narrative/literacy essay. This is our first essay and usually these types of essays are quite easy. Everyone in class had several option to chose to do their essay on. I chose to do my essay on the challenges I face when it comes to writing. Writing wasn't so easy to me, so it was easy to talk about it since I dealt with it. I want for those who wasn't also good at writing to relate and know that it takes a little getting used to if you want to succeed at it. I knew where I wanted my essay to go, but I had the most trouble coming up with the introduction. I used to be that person who would spend hours trying to come up with the introduction. My rough draft had way too many irrelevant details, especially in the introduction. After getting feedback from my classmate about my rough draft, I made some changes. I got rid of all of the irrelevant details. I can tell others now, that I have grown when it comes to be quicker writing my introduction.