A day, week, month, months; it varies a lot, the time it takes me to write an immaculate piece I am proudly satisfied with. I’m sternly told to pick up a pencil and start writing or if I’m feeling a little tech-savvy, a laptop and start typing and, undoubtedly, the genius will come. Unfortunately, writing does not come easy to me as that, which, in turn, has skewed my opinion on my ability and position as a writer. I inform my teachers of this predicament I always seem to find myself in and all I receive in return is a reply telling me to feel the words as if they are soft pieces of cloth waiting right in front of me to pick up. While I will say my writing could be better, I won’t say my writing is bad. The time between the first time someone
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However, they are very unlike what I am accustomed to with my parents. While my parents read and tell us varied stories, teachers want me and my peers to write the same way. While one teacher may see me my paper as a “C,” the other might see it as a home run because the taste of all teachers are different and appreciation from one paper to the next is varied, much like our styles of writing. Because of this, I am forced to mold to my current teacher’s “acceptable” form of writing. This barricades me into others’ form and technique of writing and doesn’t allow me to develop my own, which, in my eyes, puts me far down the line of becoming a good writer. I cannot become a good writer if I writein the style of others and am not allowed to develop my own for fear of receiving a bad …show more content…
I did not know someone as young as I am could go through struggles so serious as to write a book about it and move millions while doing such. Malala Yousavi serves as an example for epic struggle as a youth and a beacon of light for those who yearn to escape such a struggle, and more importantly capitalizing on her struggle by sharing her world through words and teaching other through words of motivation. The only struggle I’ve gone through is to bring A’s home to Mom and Dad. This view changed more than 2 years ago in AP Psychology class. At the end of the year, we were given an assignment for a scrapbook from the day we were born until now. Until then, I had not known that a senior in my class is a survivor of cancer. Until then, I had known that that same person is in the process of writing a book. Until then, I did not know that someone I knew, someone from the same walk of like, could struggle and overcome that much. But then I realized something: I don’t necessarily have to write about a struggle and I don’t have to write about myself. Because of all of these realizations, I have decided to write a book. What about, I can’t tell you, because people steal
However, they are very unlike what I am accustomed to with my parents. While my parents read and tell us varied stories, teachers want me and my peers to write the same way. While one teacher may see me my paper as a “C,” the other might see it as a home run because the taste of all teachers are different and appreciation from one paper to the next is varied, much like our styles of writing. Because of this, I am forced to mold to my current teacher’s “acceptable” form of writing. This barricades me into others’ form and technique of writing and doesn’t allow me to develop my own, which, in my eyes, puts me far down the line of becoming a good writer. I cannot become a good writer if I writein the style of others and am not allowed to develop my own for fear of receiving a bad …show more content…
I did not know someone as young as I am could go through struggles so serious as to write a book about it and move millions while doing such. Malala Yousavi serves as an example for epic struggle as a youth and a beacon of light for those who yearn to escape such a struggle, and more importantly capitalizing on her struggle by sharing her world through words and teaching other through words of motivation. The only struggle I’ve gone through is to bring A’s home to Mom and Dad. This view changed more than 2 years ago in AP Psychology class. At the end of the year, we were given an assignment for a scrapbook from the day we were born until now. Until then, I had not known that a senior in my class is a survivor of cancer. Until then, I had known that that same person is in the process of writing a book. Until then, I did not know that someone I knew, someone from the same walk of like, could struggle and overcome that much. But then I realized something: I don’t necessarily have to write about a struggle and I don’t have to write about myself. Because of all of these realizations, I have decided to write a book. What about, I can’t tell you, because people steal