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Up until about my eighth grade year of school, I really disliked anything that had to do with writing. As far as I was concerned, it was nothing more than a waste of time and a teacher’s way of torturing their students with tedious homework assignment. When I finally did the homework assignments, they were never fully my own work; my mom helped me through what I considered to be the worst part of any project or activity. As far as why I hated writing so much, to this day I am still not sure. Perhaps my distain for writing was simply due in part to the fact that I was young and simply did not care and; therefore, resented anything and everything to do with it. On the other hand, many individuals at that age liked writing just as much as I loathed it, so for all one knows, there could be an array of possibilities that would lead to the answer of a question I still am unable to defend. That question is a simple one: Why, between eighth grade year and now, did my interest in writing turn so drastically? Writing went from being an undesirable chore I had to do for school, to leisurely activity of which I can not seem to get enough.
As I stated previously, up until my eighth grade year, I resented anything and everything that had to do with writing. It was almost like pulling teeth straight out of someone’s head to get me to sit down and work on a paper. On often occasions, my mom would be the one worthy of the credit in which I was awarded for my papers in school. To this day, I still know nothing of the history topic for which I had to write a paper about as part of a project. This is most likely due to the fact that my mother is responsible for the completion of said paper. If it were not for my mom, none of my papers in grade school would have ever gotten done and I believe that if it were not for my mother’s persistence in making sure that my work got done, I would not be where I am today. Not only in college, but also from a creative standpoint; I wholeheartedly believe that I would not be the enthusiastic creator I am standing before you as today. Now that think about it, as a matter of a fact, my interest in reading kicked off about my eighth grade year, which could very ideally be what set my mind into overdrive when it came to creativity in writing and my all around interest in literature. However, none of these interests were accentuated until roughly halfway into my freshman year of high school.
During my freshman year, we had to do one of two things into order to pass ninth grade English. The first of which was to write a research paper. Keep in mind that my passion for doing research papers did not entirely emerge until we had to do the same thing my sophomore year, but it was during my freshman year that I realized I actually liked putting together a formal paper written in the MLA format. To this day, I actually prefer writing the date in the MLA format style, simply because I was taught that it was more uniform than the Americanized variation of writing the date. Aside from date writing; for me, writing a research paper was a way for me to expression my interest in and compassion toward certain topics, both controversial and non. Throughout high school, I wrote research papers on three different topics: Johnny Cash, Gay Rights in American, and Stem Cell Research. Two of the three topics I managed to receive an A for, and the third of which got me a C, if only because I was new at the idea of writing a research paper and did not fully understand what it was I was supposed to do, which was obviously portrayed in the paper that I was supposed to do. Regardless, there is, plain and simple, something extraordinarily exciting about forming a paper to compel your argument toward a topic without actually stating what your view on the topic happens to be. That is the excitement I find in doing a research paper.
The second task we had to complete was the writing of a fiction story. This assignment was first assigned very early in the progression of the class, and at this time I still wasn’t quite there when it came to my interest in writing. It was slowly starting to grow, but it was not quite there enough that I had any sort of excitement in the idea of writing any sort of a story. In fact, it was not until we got our papers back for the first time, and my English teacher had made corrections on the paper, that I really started to realize that I wanted to write something that my teacher would like and would be in awe over. This desire was also due to the fact that there was one individual in my class that had done exactly that, and I realized that I wanted to do that, too; I wanted to be one of the students with writing that left any one reading in a state of astonishment. Unfortunately for me, I was never quite able to do that. It was not as though my teacher absolutely despised my work, but she never said anything resembling encouragement about it either which was equally as discouraging for me; I wanted to be the author of a piece of literature of which no one would be able to get enough. To this very day, that desire still rolls around in my mind and I do believe it was said desire that was the driving force for my behavior early sophomore to late junior, early senior years.
As a result of my ever growing creativity toward the area of writing, I landed myself in the popular activity known as role-playing. In short, role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role, or consciously to act out an adopted role. What I did was the latter and I did what was known as a computer role-play game. For nearly two and a half years, I divulged myself into this this fantasy world of which I felt accepted. For the first time in my life, I felt as though someone appreciated my ability for writing, thus my creativity grew and my knowledge of the grammar and vocabulary grew exponentially. It was during the two years I spent on the computer, living in a fantasy world that I created for myself, that I feel as though really benefited me as a writer. If anything, spending as much time on the computer as I did during those years taught me that it does not matter what anyone else thinks of my writing. At least, in the beginning it does not matter. Those years that I spent on the computer, writing for my own entertainment, were the blooming years of my overall ability to write and consider myself as such. Ever since I discovered that I did not have to write about anything anyone else cared about; and that I could write about what I knew and what I cared about and what I think to be true, my desire to become a writer almost duplicated itself into an uncontrollable mass.
I believe that my desire to become a writer is what compelled me to major in English. Individuals whom have majored in English have a higher likely of becoming a published author and I believe this to be due in part to the simple fact that they have a higher knowledge of the simple rules of grammar and how to successfully write a novel. Regardless of college or not, creativity will always be prevalent in my life, and I know that if I never am to become a writer, at least I will always have my creativity and my unique way of perceiving the world and that is all I need to fulfill a happy life and continue on as the one-of-a-kind author that I know I am and always will be.
I'm going to omit my real name for... well, because I can, but you can call me Star, D... or whatever else you come up with. I'm fine with anything, really. (If at any point I trust you enough to know my real name, do not call me it around FP. Thanks. I'm wary of giving out my real name to the internet world; I know what can happen.) I'm 19 years old, soon to be 20. I'm a freshman in college in hopes of getting a degree in English. I am hoping to one day teach high school. What you read above was a self-assessment letter I had to write as an assignment for my English 101 class. The reason I posted it here is a simple one: I believe it to be the pinnacle of my entire drive to become an author and do other things in relationship to English and Literature. I dream that one day to become a world famous author, but in reality I know that to be a difficult feat, so for now I am content in writing for myself, because if you can't write for yourself, then you certainly are not ever going to be able to write for others. That is the main reason I joined this site; so I can write for others. It's a good place to start, anyway.
But that's boring, isn't it? Let's move on to some fun facts about myself. Think of it as an icebreaker game; or, moreover, think of it as a getting to know me game. Because everyone wants to know the person behind the madness, right? ' I thought so, too.
1.) I was born in December. December 30th, 1989 to be exact. It's both the coolest and most irritating time to have a birthday. Ever. I like the fact that it's so close to two other holidays (it means I get to party twice as hard!), but hate the fact that people give me a present and say, "Here. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas." Uh... no. Give me two presents, bitch. I'm not Jesus; I don't celebrate my birthday on Christmas, thanks."
2.) My favorite drink would have to be water. I know, I'm lame. Give me a break. If you want to know what my favorite alcoholic beverage is, it's strawberry daiquiri. I love those things. (Shh... not th at I drink or anything... _)
3.) I frequent the internet probably a little more than I should. I can't help it; I'm a hermit. I suck a socialization, so I usually keep to myself. It's also due in part to the fact that I suffer from depression, and have a form of social anxiety... which is why I spend 99.9 of my time at . Great site, it is.
4.) My three favorite movies are as follows: the Saw movies, Coraline and RENT. All the rest are just okay in comparison. I can't pick a favorite book, because I love just about every single book that I read.
5.) I'm not extremely picky when it comes to music, unless it's rap or something of the sort. I cannot stand those types of music. I'd rather be shot in the face than have to listen to loud music. My favorite is country, but I like a variety of other types, too. My favorite musical group is Rascal Flatts, and they have been for quite some time. I also like Secondhand Serenade, Three Days Grace, Ludo... and so on and so forth; I don't have time to name them all. Just know that I like a lot of bands.
Oh, and before I forget to mention it: I'm in a relationship with the most amazing boy ever. He means the world and the galaxies to me; nothing will ever change that. 03/26/2009 and still going strong.
...Do you know what time it is? RANDOM QUOTE TIME! Dontcha just love that time? I do, and that's all that really matters... I don't know about you, but I'm excited!
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? ~ Theodor Geisel
As your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit. ~ Emmanuel Teney
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.~ Michel de Montaigne
more to come later