Personal Essay Sample: My Relationship With Writing

📌Category: Education, Life, Myself, Writing
📌Words: 953
📌Pages: 4
📌Published: 07 June 2022

Hey! Look here! This is the hook! Read this essay. Now then the rest of this essay is going to be my relationship with Writing. It will include my process with Writing as well as my feelings throughout the years working with Writing. All in the hopes of becoming a better writer. So let's start.

My earliest memory of Writing was back in 5th grade. My teacher had us create a story about characters going on an adventure and gave us total freedom with the process. She said that the best five stories would be able to pick out a masquerade mask as a prize. I had my eye on the biggest purple feathered mask and was pumped to get to work with Writing. I would start with one idea and then further down the story get another one and then change up the whole plot. I remember the story being at least 5 pages long, as my story became more elaborate. My story wasn’t about getting that mask anymore, it was plainly for fun. I had fun thinking of what the characters may do next or how they were going to get past an obstacle; I was scribing my thoughts directly down on the paper. Without really thinking about grammar or anything like that. I don't think I ended up finishing the story, though I did set it up for a sequel. (Which I never got around to writing.) Then when it was time to turn it in, I was one of the 5 winners and got the mask I wanted. My experience with Writing started positive, I worked pretty hard to get that pretty purple mask and had fun doing it. I feel as though this was the starting point to my experiences with Writing and then incorporated it into my personal or home life by jotting down my thoughts or ideas. I started to keep diaries, which were written in letter form to random topics as though they were human. I also would create scripts and character backgrounds, which were meant to eventually turn into a Youtube series. During this time in my life, Writing was an outlet for my creativity, it was fun, and it felt so freeing. 

Then fast forward to the end of 8th grade, where my teacher told me to decide whether to sign up for the regular English 9 class or the honors class. Before that my middle school years of writing did not have that same feeling as elementary. I was introduced to the rules of Writing and given formulas to create an essay. I just wanted to write without having to think about ___. I didn’t like writing at this point so I decided to take the regular English 9 class; which was so boring, but decided to stick with it since it was an ‘easy A’. Then sophomore year when I took honors English 10, I sometimes felt lost to what my peers that had previously taken honors English 9 - since they had to read different books from the regular English 9. During that year, I don’t think my writing was good or bad. I had hit a ditch and was stuck there. My essays would follow the formulas that I had ingrained in my head since learning of them in 8th grade. I stuck to that and my writing was at most 2 pages long. I was struggling to think up ideas, which I had previously been able to do with ease. Instead, I would cough up one subpar thought and would be stuck to the shallow end, as I wasn’t able to find any deeper meaning or analysis. Now that I reread that sentence back, that is also how I felt for the next two years of high school. During my whole junior year, I created one ‘perfect’ essay - by my teacher's opinion. I think I got a ‘6’ level essay in the middle of the year, but then the next essay I created was ‘2’ or not passing - through AP scores. I didn't get close to a 6 for the rest of the year, though with every essay I felt as though it was good, that this was the next essay to get me that pretty purple mask. I would analyze how I made my ‘6’ essay and then try to recreate it following the prompts, but that didn’t work. 

Then COVID struck at the end of the year and I took the AP English Language test, and I felt really good about the work I put in. My overall grade in the class was an A, so I had to at least get a passing score on the AP test, right?  I remembered how the days before the test I would study my essays and see the commentary that my teacher would leave in the margins and how I would fix it. I looked over the rubrics of the different types of essays and saw what I can do to get a passing score. I turned in my essay and a few months went by till the scores were released. I logged into my account and my score was a 2. It was frustrating and drastically lowered my confidence in writing. Then senior year I took AP English Literature, despite my previous experience I felt as though I could redeem myself to show that I still had what it takes to be a good writer. ( experience with writing over zoom) (at the end of the year I decided to not take the AP English Literature test) I felt better about my writing, but it wasn’t enough - cue not passing the writing test for UC Merced. 

To wrap up my experience with Writing. I feel as though deep down I still enjoy its presence. In a way, it was like another friend which I could come to any time and would listen to my thoughts. It’s not that I hate Writing all the time. I’d rather write at my own pace with my own rules than have to follow the rules of Writing.

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