hoorah!
HOORAY FOR BEING RANKED:
10/160 IN MY SENIOR CLASS.
4.0 GPA.
97% Numeric Average.
Having almost $2,000 in KEEs.
Having a job interview tomorrow at 4:00p.m.!
p.o.s. writer's autobiography roughdraft just so I won't lose it.
From Mr. Smiley 'Til Now
"Mommy, I'm done! I'm done!"
"I believe you mean you're finished, but what are you finished with?"
Crawling up to my mom from the foot of her bed & flopping down next to her, I handed over a jumbled stack of papers; my short story entitled, 'Mr. Smiley Face'. That was it; my starting out as a writer, & with all the reading I've managed & those extensive school classes has shaped me into the writer I've become today.
'Mr. Smiley Face' was the first short story I had written on my own free-will, & I was quite enthralled about it. Watching my mother's eyes follow over every written word, a smile creeping across her face, I was proud. Excitement filled me as I waited for her response.
"A little more work & you could be writing children's story books!" her voice enthusiastic. Writing children's books may not seem very intriguing, but to a seven year old girl, that compliment meant the world.
Growing up, every afternoon my siblings & I would find my mom sitting in a corner of the couch, nose deep in a book. Thinking about it, that's me now. Reading inspires me; especially favorite authors such as Dean Koontz & Mary Higgins Clark. The verbiage used, how well their stories flow, how well they keep their readers attention amazes me. Every time I close one of their books, I find myself opening it once more, because I can not stop reading their hypnotic stories. But it's not just the pleasure of reading I get from reading their books; I also gain examples of how to make my writings flow, descriptive terms that can help provide my readers with images of the action in the plot, better ways to keep the attention of my audience. Without my mom's example & encouragement for reading, I wouldn't appreciate books as much as I do, & if I didn't appreciate books, then I'm sure that would have affected my writing skills in a not so positive way.
"Ugh, another one? Can it be something easier?!" All too familiar strands of complaints coming from the lips of all ten students in AP US History when a dreaded essay was assigned.
Going home & complaining to my mom about how many essays we wrote in there, she would just slightly chuckle & reply with, "you'll realize it's preparing you for the future.. especially college."
"Yeah, I guess." was always a muttered response.
Procrastination. That happened a lot. Saving those essays for a last minute thing, & I can still hear my mom ramble on about how I was going to get a bad grade & how good of an opportunity I'm taking for granted. she was right. It was a great opportunity, because even though I hated writing all of those essays, & not coming out of that class as a historian, I came through with a thorough knowledge of writing essays. I now realize how important that's going to be throughout the future, especially college, as my mom had repeatedly told me, time & time again. Beginning with those days of 'Mr. Smiley Face', & having my mom proofread my 'children's books', to days of reading next to her in the corner of the couch, encouragement has always been her way of pushing me to do better. Though she wasn't physically there with me, she's even helped me through the writing portions of my classes. Her encouragement, multiple essays, & the inspiration coming from my favorite authors has completely molded me into the infamous writer that I am today.
wow that totally sucks.
but it's only a rough draft.
yay for taking 10 minutes to write such things!
:D!
gahhh
JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW I'M EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDD.
10/160 IN MY SENIOR CLASS.
4.0 GPA.
97% Numeric Average.
Having almost $2,000 in KEEs.
Having a job interview tomorrow at 4:00p.m.!
p.o.s. writer's autobiography roughdraft just so I won't lose it.
From Mr. Smiley 'Til Now
"Mommy, I'm done! I'm done!"
"I believe you mean you're finished, but what are you finished with?"
Crawling up to my mom from the foot of her bed & flopping down next to her, I handed over a jumbled stack of papers; my short story entitled, 'Mr. Smiley Face'. That was it; my starting out as a writer, & with all the reading I've managed & those extensive school classes has shaped me into the writer I've become today.
'Mr. Smiley Face' was the first short story I had written on my own free-will, & I was quite enthralled about it. Watching my mother's eyes follow over every written word, a smile creeping across her face, I was proud. Excitement filled me as I waited for her response.
"A little more work & you could be writing children's story books!" her voice enthusiastic. Writing children's books may not seem very intriguing, but to a seven year old girl, that compliment meant the world.
Growing up, every afternoon my siblings & I would find my mom sitting in a corner of the couch, nose deep in a book. Thinking about it, that's me now. Reading inspires me; especially favorite authors such as Dean Koontz & Mary Higgins Clark. The verbiage used, how well their stories flow, how well they keep their readers attention amazes me. Every time I close one of their books, I find myself opening it once more, because I can not stop reading their hypnotic stories. But it's not just the pleasure of reading I get from reading their books; I also gain examples of how to make my writings flow, descriptive terms that can help provide my readers with images of the action in the plot, better ways to keep the attention of my audience. Without my mom's example & encouragement for reading, I wouldn't appreciate books as much as I do, & if I didn't appreciate books, then I'm sure that would have affected my writing skills in a not so positive way.
"Ugh, another one? Can it be something easier?!" All too familiar strands of complaints coming from the lips of all ten students in AP US History when a dreaded essay was assigned.
Going home & complaining to my mom about how many essays we wrote in there, she would just slightly chuckle & reply with, "you'll realize it's preparing you for the future.. especially college."
"Yeah, I guess." was always a muttered response.
Procrastination. That happened a lot. Saving those essays for a last minute thing, & I can still hear my mom ramble on about how I was going to get a bad grade & how good of an opportunity I'm taking for granted. she was right. It was a great opportunity, because even though I hated writing all of those essays, & not coming out of that class as a historian, I came through with a thorough knowledge of writing essays. I now realize how important that's going to be throughout the future, especially college, as my mom had repeatedly told me, time & time again. Beginning with those days of 'Mr. Smiley Face', & having my mom proofread my 'children's books', to days of reading next to her in the corner of the couch, encouragement has always been her way of pushing me to do better. Though she wasn't physically there with me, she's even helped me through the writing portions of my classes. Her encouragement, multiple essays, & the inspiration coming from my favorite authors has completely molded me into the infamous writer that I am today.
wow that totally sucks.
but it's only a rough draft.
yay for taking 10 minutes to write such things!
:D!
gahhh
JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW I'M EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDD.