Writing A Perfectionist's Imperfection

Writing: A Perfectionist’s Imperfection
Have you ever seen those movies when the antagonist is holding the gun straight at the protagonist’s head? You wait, wait, and wait. There is the loud gun cock, but it never seems to actually go off and the protagonist never seems to die. For one thing, writing for me is like someone is sitting behind my desk laughing at me menacingly with the gun pressed against my temple. A metaphorical gun killed my thoughts of a perfectly good paper. This gun hs appeared since I started writing for the TAKS test. Standardized testing results in ridiculous pressure from teachers; with that pressure comes mental and verbal abuse. My brains were shot out of my head faster than the speed of light when my teacher’s became abusive …show more content…
It was like they had guns for hands.
I was a kid who learned to read and write at the age of four. One day I got picked up from daycare and I started reading a Winnie the Pooh book to my mom. She thought I had the book memorized, so when we got home she gave me a magazine, and I read it proudly. The look on her face was priceless, and it gave me a love for reading. I wanted to learn new words. At this age I was also writing my name and a couple of words, but my mom would sit down with me and she would write down different words, and I would copy them and learn how to pronounce them and write them. I had a collection of writing workbooks and a mini library. I was always reading, writing, in plays, and in ballet. Many told me I was going to major in the arts, but I’m going to be a doctor. My writer hates writing for creativity purposes, so going into the medical field benefits me because research papers are easiest for me to write. They can be close to perfect, and I am a perfectionist. Being this way caused a great deal of anxiety in my life. Especially when grade school started. For instance, in the third grade I was in gifted and talented