I realized I was a blocker when it came time for me to write my history papers. I loved history class and it was my favorite class. But the only thing I didn’t like was when we had to write papers on our personal opinion on different topics in history. I would have a problem with this because I didn’t want to give too much of my opinion but then again I didn’t want to provide too little detail. This also started to become a problem when I was writing in English class, but little did I know that this would be the time that I excelled the most with my writing. My tenth grade English teacher Ms. Jones wasn’t the easiest teacher but yet she was the most motivational. The fact that I have Multiple Sclerosis, she became aware of my disease, but she didn’t throw me a pity party, she instead helped me use this as one of my motivations to become a better writer. One day Mrs. Jones told the class to write a poem on anything we wanted and to turn it in. Little did I know she sent our poems off to a book company and a select few of our poems (including my own) were published in a national poetry book. This was a huge accomplishment to me. It opened my eyes to the thought that maybe I was doing something right in my writing. This was when I felt that it was okay to write freely when I wrote my
I realized I was a blocker when it came time for me to write my history papers. I loved history class and it was my favorite class. But the only thing I didn’t like was when we had to write papers on our personal opinion on different topics in history. I would have a problem with this because I didn’t want to give too much of my opinion but then again I didn’t want to provide too little detail. This also started to become a problem when I was writing in English class, but little did I know that this would be the time that I excelled the most with my writing. My tenth grade English teacher Ms. Jones wasn’t the easiest teacher but yet she was the most motivational. The fact that I have Multiple Sclerosis, she became aware of my disease, but she didn’t throw me a pity party, she instead helped me use this as one of my motivations to become a better writer. One day Mrs. Jones told the class to write a poem on anything we wanted and to turn it in. Little did I know she sent our poems off to a book company and a select few of our poems (including my own) were published in a national poetry book. This was a huge accomplishment to me. It opened my eyes to the thought that maybe I was doing something right in my writing. This was when I felt that it was okay to write freely when I wrote my