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Xiaotian Liu My Story of Writing “Mom, how should I write about blue for 200 words”, I said to my mother who was watching TV. “Describe it” my mom said to me fewer second later, she seemed more interesting in the show than my homework. “Think yourself, don’t ask me, you are 3rd grade now”, she turned her head and looked at me continued, “your grandma never helped me on my homework when I was your age”. As I expected, I should never bother her while she was watching TV. I went back to my room, opened my workbook, sat on the chair and try to working on my homework. For probably like twenty minutes, I had not written down even a single word. I was thinking …show more content…
I had to pass her 12th grade writing course in order to graduate from there. The first couple weeks of taken senior writing course felt like kind of torture for me, it was like ask me to run before I can even walk. Once after class, Mrs.Vondell called me while I was leaving, she said to me “Xiaotian, l will not treat you differently, you have to work really hard to pass my class, I will not go easy on you”. Her voice was soft and tender but also serious. She sacrificed her personal time to help me on some basic stuff, she taught me how to write step by step. She even will check my essay before the peel review, because I told her I felt embarrassed that my essay had a lots of grammar error. My essays sometimes contain some Chinese elements that interested Mrs. Vondell and my classmates, its really satisfied me. I felt my writings were actually being read. Especially, after first draft, peel reviewing, revision and editing, when my final draft was completed. Its really ironic the writings get higher points in my country have nice opening and ending, that’s mostly concerned. But aren’t body paragraphs most important for author? In Mrs.vondell’s class, I have been stared more and more like

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