As soon as I learned to read, I wanted to write poems. I wrote my first poem that made any sense when I was about seven years old. My Grandfather liked to write, and I think I did it to try to impress him. I was coming home through a path in the woods and I knew my Grandfather was at my house; as soon as I got inside I wrote a poem about seeing a groundhog on the side of the path. I presented it to him, and both he and my mother made such a big deal about it. I could see they were very proud, and so I was, even though I know now that the poem really wasn’t any good.
The more I read, the more I wrote. My mom bought me a dictionary and a thesaurus. It became a game to me to try and use the biggest words I could. Things didn’t exactly flow, but they sounded impressive. I kept a journal that I wrote in every day. I don’t know if I was ever able to solve any problems by writing them down, but it always felt good to vent my frustrations on the pages. I was able to write things that I couldn’t begin to talk about, and it made me feel better because I was forced to really think about them as I formed the sentences. I think I learned a lot about myself that way.
I remember one time I got into a fight with a friend. I was too angry to talk to him about it, so I wrote him a letter. By doing this, I was able to really express my feelings and my side of the story in a way I could not have done had we spoke face to face. I had the time to think about what I wanted to say, and as I was writing it I began to understand his side of the story, too. Taking the time to write the letter calmed me down, and our friendship was made even stronger. I enjoy writing. In class, my notes become as important as my textbooks.
When I know I have to write a report on something we are reading or working on, it forces me to pay extra attention to the details, and I know I learn it better. When I write the report, it reinforces the information. I always took writing for granted; it is something everyone I know can do, and since I started at an early age, it just seemed like second nature, something I never gave a thought to. I write class schedule lists, e-mails, text messages, to-do lists, to remember instructions, directions, phone numbers and addresses. I write to express my emotions, and I write to communicate with my friends.
I can’t imagine not being able to write, and imagine it would be nearly impossible to function in society. Not all writing is easy. Sometimes it is hard to write a very long paper, or even a long story, because I sometimes have trouble structuring the knowledge I need to present. For instance, when I start a story, I will have a beginning and an ending in mind, but have trouble connecting the two with a good middle. I need to learn how to write formally, because in the business world, presentations and letters must be precise and technologically accurate.
I would like to learn how to be a good scientific writer. I will read articles in peer review journals, and be amazed at how someone could be that smart! In this class, I hope to learn how to outline my writing assignments in a helpful way, so that I can write papers that flow logically and neatly. I need to learn how to be more formal and structured when writing university level assignments. I need to learn how to find research from trustworthy sources so that I can present accurate information. And, as I said, I enjoy writing, so I am planning on enjoying this class.Sample Essay of StudyFaq.com