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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Why I Write...

     My writing has always been something I'm proud of.  However, I only enjoy writing about things I come up with.  Maybe it's because I like to be in charge of things, or maybe because more thoughts flow in my head about my own ideas.  I feel like it's always been like this. 
     In middle school writing classes, we'd all get assigned topics to write about.  I wrote okay papers, but they were the standard five paragraph essay that Wayzata schools pound into our heads.  They had long lists of descriptions about every single subject in my piece of writing, put in just to make the work longer.  If the right amount of work was put in to the paper, we all got good grades.  Because of this, I, along with everyone else, kept pushing these types of writing out, even if we hated it, we needed the acceptable grades.
     It wasn't until high school that I realized writing was not supposed to be that way.  Writing is something that is meant to show the true feelings of the author.  This was when I began to stray away from the over use of crazy adjectives and the same old structured paper.  I think it was then that I realized how much I loved writing.  It was a way for me to display the thoughts in my head; a way that I was good at. 
     After furthering my experience in WHS English classes, I decided that I want to teach writing classes when I grow up.  I want to help others discover that writing can be fun.  I know the only way to keep advancing my writing techniques is to keep writing.  So, this is why I write...

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