Writing will be the death of me
Starting the paper is usually the most painstaking part of writing. Actually sitting down and finding the time to write is not that difficult. I have always felt as though I simply stared at the paper and words should seem to appear and make their way out of me. I always wished I could just write whatever I felt like writing, instead of just some structured mumbo jumbo I could care less about.
I have hated writing papers since I was first assigned one in grade school. It was eighth grade and my ILA teacher walked in to the classroom and in his usual monotone voice said, “Class you have a paper due Friday on why you chose the high school you’re going to. Make it good cuz it’s worth 20% of your grade.” My head fell, my shoulders sank, and my face turned pale. All this occurs just at the thought of having to write this paper. Of course, I went home and continued to put the paper off as usual. I finally got it done, thought it was completely worthless, but I handed it in anyway. I got a decent grade, and just thanked God it is over with.
The summer of sophomore year, I was warned of Mrs. McMillen. “You better get ready to bring your pillow with you to class.,” said Caitlin. She was absolutely correct about that. We read books and wrote papers. Once again I was dreading 8th period everyday because I knew that every first week of the month we got an assignment. Writing in her class was the worst experience in my life. I felt as though there was no importance to write papers and the only reason teachers assigned them was to make my life miserable. Then things changed, it was the first day of my junior year, and I entered a classroom that I never knew would change my view on writing. I went in and prepared myself for another year of papers to endure. Immediately we were assigned papers, all I wanted to do was crawl up into a ball and cry. The rules were different now though, we were allowed to...