My Haven
I am the girl who sits in the front of the class. I never say a word in class and unless the teacher asks me a question. No one can hear my voice but my family. I never say a word because my bashfulness. Ask me to write an essay then, that’s when the teacher can hear my voice through the words on paper. Writing is where I find my fortress; people may not hear me speak but be able to hear my voice in my writings. I can deliberate on how I feel about a topic or story.
Ever since I was a lass, I felt I could not express myself with my words through my voice. I was always faint hearted. I felt like my voice was very small. No one would hear me or even understand how I felt. Socializing was not in my dictionary. People would laugh because I never said a word. They thought I was a ghost roaming around with no future. Every time I talked, they laughed because my voice sounded like a mouse. I felt undignified with myself. At …show more content…
As time flies, I thanked God that my writing has been enhanced. I have always struggle with grammar, but admiringly I have refined my grammar day by day. One of my English teachers that I will always keep in mind is Mrs. Krudwig, that I had for my last two years in high school. She taught me to never say you in an essay, the rule will always stay with me. Always have evidence when an argument paper comes along with a thesis statement and citation. Mrs. Krudwig and Mrs. Cowart have been my inspiration to keep writing stories.
God’s mercy is new every morning. Today I never thought to be sitting in Composition I. I know that college will be adamantine, but through Christ all things are possible. I am delighted to learn new things that will improve my script. Writing has helped me overcome my bashfulness. As the years passed, I have learned to always remember to be humble, because everything I am today is not because of me but because of my
I am the girl who sits in the front of the class. I never say a word in class and unless the teacher asks me a question. No one can hear my voice but my family. I never say a word because my bashfulness. Ask me to write an essay then, that’s when the teacher can hear my voice through the words on paper. Writing is where I find my fortress; people may not hear me speak but be able to hear my voice in my writings. I can deliberate on how I feel about a topic or story.
Ever since I was a lass, I felt I could not express myself with my words through my voice. I was always faint hearted. I felt like my voice was very small. No one would hear me or even understand how I felt. Socializing was not in my dictionary. People would laugh because I never said a word. They thought I was a ghost roaming around with no future. Every time I talked, they laughed because my voice sounded like a mouse. I felt undignified with myself. At …show more content…
As time flies, I thanked God that my writing has been enhanced. I have always struggle with grammar, but admiringly I have refined my grammar day by day. One of my English teachers that I will always keep in mind is Mrs. Krudwig, that I had for my last two years in high school. She taught me to never say you in an essay, the rule will always stay with me. Always have evidence when an argument paper comes along with a thesis statement and citation. Mrs. Krudwig and Mrs. Cowart have been my inspiration to keep writing stories.
God’s mercy is new every morning. Today I never thought to be sitting in Composition I. I know that college will be adamantine, but through Christ all things are possible. I am delighted to learn new things that will improve my script. Writing has helped me overcome my bashfulness. As the years passed, I have learned to always remember to be humble, because everything I am today is not because of me but because of my