It all began with my mother reading the children’s poem Little Bunny Foo Foo to me. Back then I could not even understand what the poem was about. Although at the time I could not understand what my mother was reading to me, I slowly began to understand the words but not the meaning. The poem was a great bedtime story and also a great moral realization. The poem was about a bunny who went hopping through a forest and began to torment and harass field mice by bopping them on the head, then a fairy came down and warned the bunny if it continued it would have to punish him by turning him into a goon. Of course being young I would not have understood the message between the lines, I simply was following a good story my mother would read to me.
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Lee’s Summit North, my high school, did not honestly care what we wrote about my first year. The teachers for the freshman class just wanted us to write for a grade and not actually about what interested them. During my second year, my studies became more important to me. Mrs. Witteman was my english teacher for my second year of high school. She is my favorite teachers of all time because she pushed me to write for myself even though I disliked most of it. Towards the end of sophomore year, she had all of her classes write seventeen-pages of poems that reflected what we have learned throughout that year and how to reflect them through creative writing. It could be any type of poem, any length, and also about any topic. My favorite poem that changed the way I wrote was titled “My Role Model”. It was a poem about my mother and I, and also how she helped shape me into the young woman I am today. Knowing how my mother was and how she came to be, I had to think of new ways to accurately describe this woman. I had to interpret things on my own, it was very difficult at first because I had been spoon feed the details and the underlying meanings. This time I had to create those underlying details and become a creative writer. This sparked my interest again as a writer because I actually loved what I was writing about. I wrote about my time, my mother, my childhood, and songs that described me. Through that writing Mrs. Witteman had me do, it made me feel powerful. I gained a new respect and gained a new view towards poetry and writing in general. It changed the way I wrote; I wrote for myself and no one else from that point on. That was the momentous push that changed my writing life. Which is ironic because it all started with reading a poem about Little Bunny Foo
Lee’s Summit North, my high school, did not honestly care what we wrote about my first year. The teachers for the freshman class just wanted us to write for a grade and not actually about what interested them. During my second year, my studies became more important to me. Mrs. Witteman was my english teacher for my second year of high school. She is my favorite teachers of all time because she pushed me to write for myself even though I disliked most of it. Towards the end of sophomore year, she had all of her classes write seventeen-pages of poems that reflected what we have learned throughout that year and how to reflect them through creative writing. It could be any type of poem, any length, and also about any topic. My favorite poem that changed the way I wrote was titled “My Role Model”. It was a poem about my mother and I, and also how she helped shape me into the young woman I am today. Knowing how my mother was and how she came to be, I had to think of new ways to accurately describe this woman. I had to interpret things on my own, it was very difficult at first because I had been spoon feed the details and the underlying meanings. This time I had to create those underlying details and become a creative writer. This sparked my interest again as a writer because I actually loved what I was writing about. I wrote about my time, my mother, my childhood, and songs that described me. Through that writing Mrs. Witteman had me do, it made me feel powerful. I gained a new respect and gained a new view towards poetry and writing in general. It changed the way I wrote; I wrote for myself and no one else from that point on. That was the momentous push that changed my writing life. Which is ironic because it all started with reading a poem about Little Bunny Foo