In Kindergarten my teacher Mrs. Potter had us write in a journal and within that journal we would detail what we had do in class that day, our feelings on what we did, and what we did with our friends at lunch and recess. The idea of this journal was to teach kids …show more content…
Crabtree (who is one of the best teachers I ever had) assigned us to read in our class book a book called The Monkey’s Paw. What the class didn’t know is that after we had finished the story we would have to do our first big paper. The paper was to write about the motifs within the book and explain them and the paper had to be two pages long. This paper to me back then is if the teacher would assign a ten page paper now, and this really concerned me I had no clue how I could write two pages about motifs. I sat down at home to start it and this is the first time I can recall truly stressing over schoolwork. I looked at the computer screen for an hour trying to determine how I would start the paper and finally I decided on which route to go I would briefly explain the story, what a motif is, what the motif was in the tory, and the importance of it. I did all of this within my head and I wrote from there whatever came in my mind is what went down on the paper. Looking back I remarkably make a discovery as to what type of writer that I am I am a free writer I don’t do or use outlines I come up and write down what’s in my mind and let the paper unfold as I …show more content…
My junior year I had a teacher and his name was Mr. Franke (who is my favorite teacher of all time), but to call him just a teacher does not do him justice. Mr. Franke was also my friend and if we were the same age I would suspect that we would have been best friends throughout life. During our junior year we had been assigned a paper to give a detailed description on the book of our choice and I chose For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemmingway. I was struggling with writing this paper it was a book that I could just not get myself to like no matter what I tried until I talked to Mr. Franke. He and I discussed the book with each other and while doing this I had no idea what he planned, and after finishing discussing the book he asked “why can’t you type what you just told me?” it hadn’t hit me, but I realized that what I just told him with more detail would be the paper I was struggling on. This moment is so significant for the simple fact that I never asked for help in fact I hate asking for help, but this opened my eyes that writing doesn’t have to be a solitary thinking process that if you’re struggling you can bounce ideas off of people and turn to them for help and you never know it could turn your paper into a stroke of