Growing up, I always loved to write. From short stories about damsels in distress as a child to controversial articles for my high school newspaper, expressing myself through the written word constantly motivated me to become my best self. I enjoyed entertaining and informing others from the minute I learned how to form sentences, and though my content was not Pulitzer Prize worthy, it was enough to put a smile on the faces around me, including my own. The interesting part with this however, wasn’t that I loved to write, but why. You see, English is not my first language. My parents fled from their native country of Ukraine to the United States in 1995. They barely spoke English at home and exposed me to Russian culture and dialect until
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My speech, however, was questionable. My native soviet tongue found difficulty in pronouncing words that my peers had ease with. Reading and writing was the only thing I had left to fall back on to help me communicate and express myself fully. It connected me with the outside world and made me feel like I wasn’t different than everyone, despite my difficulties with speaking. With months of dedicated practice, my articulation eventually improved and I communicated effectively through the spoken word, however, my skill of communicating through paper continued to strengthen beyond its means. My school placed me into higher reading and writing classes, I read works of literature well beyond my peers’ reading level, and my stories only continued to advance. Today, I speak and write in English better than my parents; with virtually no proof of my battle with language as a child. Writing continues to serve as a part of me today, as it fully shaped me into the person I am today. Just as I once enjoyed to inform and entertain others with my writing, I hope to continue this as I pursue a career in journalism and use my voice for the greater good. Like a fish out of water, I can’t picture myself without a story, article, or blog post pouring out of my fingertips and onto the paper. My skill in communicating through the written word has already taken me so far, and I eagerly await our next adventure
My speech, however, was questionable. My native soviet tongue found difficulty in pronouncing words that my peers had ease with. Reading and writing was the only thing I had left to fall back on to help me communicate and express myself fully. It connected me with the outside world and made me feel like I wasn’t different than everyone, despite my difficulties with speaking. With months of dedicated practice, my articulation eventually improved and I communicated effectively through the spoken word, however, my skill of communicating through paper continued to strengthen beyond its means. My school placed me into higher reading and writing classes, I read works of literature well beyond my peers’ reading level, and my stories only continued to advance. Today, I speak and write in English better than my parents; with virtually no proof of my battle with language as a child. Writing continues to serve as a part of me today, as it fully shaped me into the person I am today. Just as I once enjoyed to inform and entertain others with my writing, I hope to continue this as I pursue a career in journalism and use my voice for the greater good. Like a fish out of water, I can’t picture myself without a story, article, or blog post pouring out of my fingertips and onto the paper. My skill in communicating through the written word has already taken me so far, and I eagerly await our next adventure