Dear Diary,
Two posts in one night?! Crazy, right?! Don't get used it it, that's all I'm saying, haha. This is a paper that I just wrote for my AP Literature and Composition class about an experience that really helped me along with my writing. I had a lot of fun writing it, actually, and I hope you enjoy reading it (:
Love (always),
me
<3
Cats and Cryonics
Because I started reading when I was two, I started writing early, as well. However, I was not one of those kids that made up stories off the top of my head (my little sister did that enough for both of us, though). If you were to ask my mom if I was creative when I was younger, she would answer “no, not really.” I did not even like to color pictures in a coloring book; I would just scribble and then yell “DONE!” I would do the same thing with my writing assignments. I would just write something down to complete the assignment, without out really putting effort into it. Last school year is when I really started improving in my writing.
Last school year I was enrolled in two writing classes at a homeschool study center. My first class was one of my favorite classes that year; my teacher gave great feedback specific to my writing style and paper, and walked me through each part of the writing process. If I did not understand something, she would gladly explain it to me until I understood it. It was in that class that my writing started to blossom.
My second class, however, I had some problems with, to say the least. There were definitely some ups and down, so to speak. I did not really like the class that much, but the experience of it helped my writing, whether I want to admit it or not. My teacher would always have us write a timed essay at the beginning of every class on what seemed like the most random subject he could think of. Little did I know, however, that all of his timed essay assignments would help immensely in the close future.
I did not get along very well with this teacher, but I tried to put a lot of effort into his assignments. Eventually, I started having a little bit more fun with the assignments since I figured out that he was not going to like me any better no matter how much I tried. I had a series of papers that were all about cats; they were about anything from giving a cat a bath to talking cats trying to take over the world. The biggest assignment for the year finally came around and we had to pick a subject that we knew absolutely nothing about. Instead of picking something normal, like snowboarding or skiing, I picked cryonics. Cryonics is “the practice of keeping a clinically dead human body or brain at an extremely low temperature in the hope of later restoring it to life.” I wrote about anything and everything under the topic of cryonics, from how they removed the heads from the bodies to how scientists believed they were going to bring the heads back to life. That was the first paper that really made me realize that writing can actually be fun and interesting, instead of simply something I was forced to complete for an assignment. After I finished that paper, I felt a sense of accomplishment.
Finally, I give my dad a lot of credit for how far I have come in my writing. After coming home late from work, he would sit with me at the computer and help edit my writing. The best advice for writing he has given me is “do not simply write how you talk.” Before, my writing would be really scrambled with run-on sentences and different ideas all squeezed together. It was my dad who really taught me how to formally write a paper and I can never thank him enough for teaching me that.
Today, I no longer dread the words “writing assignment due this week.” Instead, I look forward to it because I know that I now have the ability to write, instead of simply throwing words on a page. As silly as it may sound, cats and cryonics opened up the world of writing to me and I can now see it in a whole new light. Both of my writing teachers and my dad really helped me come a long way in my writing ability, whether they know it or not.