Good Student Essay
“No.” I sat down on the cushy mattress and made myself comfortable. I opened the front cover of the book. Then, I read to her the tale of the baby bird that, upon hatching, searches for its mother. And I read it perfectly.
My mother was stunned, amazed, happy, confused. She praised me many times over.
From then on, I read books to her. *
Though reading was my forte, writing was never too hard either. Actually, I find it rather enjoyable. Of course there are times when I get frustrated and feel like chucking my computer at the wall, but for the most part, writing helps me to relieve stress rather than cultivate it.
In my younger years, I not only enjoyed making up words to string together, but I also enjoyed the physical act of writing down the words, pencil to paper. I took extreme pride in my handwriting (in fact, I once stopped my second grade teacher after class to show her that I could write in cursive). My teachers praised it for its legibility, which was astounding for a boy to produce.
I think this is connected to the fact that I love to draw and doodle. As evidenced in my binders, I scribble little cartoons and the like in the margins and draw on sheets of paper in my spare time. At home I keep an assortment of notebooks full completely of drawings I’ve done and I still continue to add to them. My