The Importance Of Writing

It was when I wasn 't expecting to learn that I learned the most. It started when middle school was ending and preparation for high school English began. Reading or writing outside of school, usually, comes naturally to me; there is no over thinking involved. However, at school, I could not write a single sentence without struggling and double checking it to make sure the flow was right. I suppose it was the pressure of knowing my writing was being graded that made me ensure it was “perfect.” It could also be that I was not as comfortable writing in school as I was at home. In my opinion, the noise level at school was either dead silent or piercing enough that students’ voices would ring in my head until recess; there was no in-between. However, …show more content…
I soon dreaded the thought of going home knowing the next few hours would be spent working on a simple essay. Once I finished writing, I could feel the tension in my back and shoulders. It was a matter of weeks until I got burnt out with the whole subject. “You have to relax,” my mom would say, “you could have already been done. Instead, you had to overturn every word you wrote.” Frustrated, I responded, “I know that. I just want to make sure everything looks right. The last thing I want to do is overlook a huge mistake.”

In retrospect, I realize it wasn’t the grammar or structure that I should have been paranoid about; it was the amount of vividness and distinctive vocabulary. I knew that I had to advance my language usage in order to improve my writing. But how? I absent-mindedly began reading. Reading the dictionary or scavenging for an English book didn’t appeal to me; to have more of a challenge, I sought higher level library …show more content…
We were given a prompt to write about the best experience we ever had. I decided to write about my brown belt test, since I remembered every detail. It took me less than an hour to write and not once did I feel overwhelmed. It came as a shock to me that I found this assignment easy. A few students even complimented me on my writing. “This was the only narrative I actually got into,” one said. “Yeah, it wasn’t hard to follow along at all,” said the other.
When my friends talked highly about my writing, it made me feel genuinely proud of myself. Finally, I grasped the concept that I didn’t have to spend hours on end writing in order to have the perfect story that I was looking for. I just had to have a colorful imagination; then write that on paper. All I needed was some inspiration and shape it into what I felt like. If I had read the dictionary cover to cover, I don’t think my writing would be as good as it is today. I trust it is because I had fun while learning which made it all the more easy to