Ring, Ring, Ring! “Class come in and sit in your assigned seat.” Oh 6th grade where life was easy and doing homework was sweet as pie. How could I forget recess, where all my problems flew like the wind as I played tag. Headaches and sleepless nights weren’t even trending in elementary school. Oh careless days I miss you! Writing has influenced my life in many ways, it has allowed me to express myself in silence, expanding my vocabulary skills, and help me communicate with others verbally.
In 6th grade my beloved teacher Mr. Harris who loved literacy, made it his duty for us to focus on writing first thing every morning. I enjoyed writing at that age, but hated presenting my writing among my peers in class. Writing was my scapegoat, especially …show more content…
As the years went by I began to have interest for them both. Mr. Harris always had us read and recite a famous poem, then after annotate it. We read poems from many different cultures and poets. My favorite poem was by Langston Hughes Harlem! The figurative of writing Langston Hughes used in his writing for that specific poem reminded me of my writing. A simile is a figurative of language that demonstrate a comparison between two things using like or as. I use similes in my writing to have a better effect on the reader, and to also help create a visual image of my writing for the …show more content…
There was a time in my childhood where my parents were going through a separation and I was affected by their decision emotionally. I isolated myself from family and friends and didn’t know how to control my emotions. It hit me so hard like a ragdoll on a rollercoaster. Expressing my feelings verbally was very difficult for me to do. I would bleed through pages in my notebook confiding on how I felt and what was crossing my mind. Eventually, my grades and interaction in the classroom setting were affected. My teacher noticed a difference in me and called for a parent teacher conference. That was the day my voice finally broke free from the locks keeping me shut. My silence was no longer unheard. I glanced over to my teacher then my mom and immediately I began to rant 1,000 miles per hour about how unhappy I was. After the meeting, my teacher suggested that I spoke with the school counselor to cope with some of the difficulties I was facing. After numerous counseling I made big improvements with the support from my mom and teachers, I was able to get through
In 6th grade my beloved teacher Mr. Harris who loved literacy, made it his duty for us to focus on writing first thing every morning. I enjoyed writing at that age, but hated presenting my writing among my peers in class. Writing was my scapegoat, especially …show more content…
As the years went by I began to have interest for them both. Mr. Harris always had us read and recite a famous poem, then after annotate it. We read poems from many different cultures and poets. My favorite poem was by Langston Hughes Harlem! The figurative of writing Langston Hughes used in his writing for that specific poem reminded me of my writing. A simile is a figurative of language that demonstrate a comparison between two things using like or as. I use similes in my writing to have a better effect on the reader, and to also help create a visual image of my writing for the …show more content…
There was a time in my childhood where my parents were going through a separation and I was affected by their decision emotionally. I isolated myself from family and friends and didn’t know how to control my emotions. It hit me so hard like a ragdoll on a rollercoaster. Expressing my feelings verbally was very difficult for me to do. I would bleed through pages in my notebook confiding on how I felt and what was crossing my mind. Eventually, my grades and interaction in the classroom setting were affected. My teacher noticed a difference in me and called for a parent teacher conference. That was the day my voice finally broke free from the locks keeping me shut. My silence was no longer unheard. I glanced over to my teacher then my mom and immediately I began to rant 1,000 miles per hour about how unhappy I was. After the meeting, my teacher suggested that I spoke with the school counselor to cope with some of the difficulties I was facing. After numerous counseling I made big improvements with the support from my mom and teachers, I was able to get through