Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers.
In elementary, I got through assignments by making my projects read like a boring fact book. This way was awesome for a high grade, not so great for writing interesting stories. The first report that I remember writing was in second grade. We had to do a project for history class about a president, complete with a two page report. We had three weeks to complete the project. I chose Thomas Jefferson as my topic. I had my poster made, with a lot of pictures and captions, done within one week of getting the project. My mom took me to the library to do some research on Thomas Jefferson. I found so much stuff. Then I sat down to write. I could not think of anything to put on the paper. The due date got closer and closer. I still had no report to turn in. Finally on the eve of the due date, I sat down and forced myself to begin writing. The day had arrived; I was presenting my project.
Our teacher, Mrs. Mullins, called us up alphabetically. My last name is Hensarling, so I had to wait for a while. Finally, after what seemed like forever, it was my turn to present my project. I went to the front of the class and began presenting. Soon I was done. I turned in my poster and report on Thomas Jefferson. A few days later, Mrs. Mullins handed us our grades. I looked at mine and I got a “B”. I had never made less than an “A” before. I took it home and showed my mom. She said, “Oh, Rebekah, I am so proud of you. You worked so hard.” I said,” But mama, I have never gotten a “B” before. Are you sure you are still proud of me?” My mom read Mrs. Mullins comments and said, “Next time, you will just have to change it up a bit.” I asked her what she meant. My mom said, “Next time you will make it more fun, not so much like a timeline, and more like a true story about your subject.” This was my first experience in writing for a grade. I learned a lot and I immediately applied to my future written assignments.
I was in high school the first time I had to write a narrative. I was a freshman. This was Ms. Bradley’s first time teaching at Union Christian Academy. On her first day, she gave us our syllabus and said, “I do not accept late work, especially on writing assignments.” We, literally, sat there stunned. My freshman class had it very easy during eighth grade year. We were not expecting this. As I looked through the syllabus, I saw that our first assignment was due in a week and it was a narrative. At this time, I did not even know what a narrative was. Ms. Bradley explained that a narrative was an account or story of events. It could be either true or false. Our narrative had to be true. It had to be a true account of something that happened to us over the summer.
She wanted to gauge how are writing skills were. Our narrative had to be at least two to two and a half pages long. I chose to write my first ever narrative on my trip to Fort Worth, Texas. Once again, I was plagued with writer’s block. I had the story in my head, but everything I wrote down, just did not sound right. The week went slowly by, until it was finally Friday, the due date. I finished my narrative the night before. I was really nervous about the paper. Ms. Bradley returned the paper to us the following Friday. I was super nervous. I took a deep breath and turned over my paper. I got an “A”! I was ecstatic. She wrote, “Good grammar usage.” I was so relieved, mostly because we had a ten page research paper due at the end of the year. I knew I could do it now.
Those are just two of many writing experiences that I have had. As I stated before, writing is not my strong suit. Believe me; writing essays is not something I do for fun, at all. I have worked very hard to overcome my difficulties with writing.