This is one of the very first essays I wrote in my Writing 2010 class, enjoy!
Writing has never been something that I have really understood. I am not very good at it, so I have learned to dislike it. A lot. All through high school I had teachers that would read and scrutinize my essays as if their lives depended on filling the paper with “revising suggestions” in red pen. It was terrible; it looked like my poor words that I had written were bleeding. Thanks to high school, I find writing a very challenging task.
In 10th grade my English teacher was a bigger guy with a beard that would always wear a Hawaiian shirt. He never buttoned it up all the way though, so it always looked like his chest hair was trying to escape. He was more into the reading side of English but would always make us do online writing tests that he would swear his life on. The online writing tests were free response questions like, “Describe your summer experience,” or, “Write about yourself.” I would tell the computer about my summer, or tell it everything it needed to know about me, and I would fail. Every time. I had friends that I hung out with all summer that would write about the exact same thing, and they passed. I didn’t understand how I could fail when I answered the question. Although it was a pretty frustrating thing to fail every online writing test, it helped me to learn how to structure an essay.
Apparently in the summer the teachers at the high school get together and talk about the “trouble students.” On my very first day of 11th grade English the teacher called me over to her desk and tried to kick me out of her class. “According to your previous English teacher, you do not take this subject seriously.” Even though she was absolutely right I answered back, “I take English VERY seriously.” She believed me and let me go back to my table where I shared my story with my classmates. In this English class she focused on grammar and sentence structure and she made us write essays to show our knowledge of the two. I wasn’t failing the essays anymore, but I still wasn’t getting the score I wanted to and I realized that I was one of the weakest writers in the class. The teacher did not appreciate my humor that I tried to put in my essays to spice them up, and told me to stop.
She caught on by about halfway through the year that I did not take English seriously at all and that’s when she started to grade my essays as hard as she could. She gave us an assignment one week to write a persuasive essay about Wal-Mart and when I had finished, I felt very good about it. I was excited to turn it in and finally get a good grade on an essay. When I got the essay back I held the poor thing in my hands; she had killed it. It looked like it had been murdered; red lines and words everywhere. But the one phrase that stuck out the most was at the very bottom of the essay; written in big red letters and circled several times was the phrase, “You will never be persuasive.” That wasn’t a big confidence booster for my writing, but I kept on trudging through the essays and assignments and I passed the class so I was happy.
When I walked into my AP English class my senior year in high school and saw the teacher, I had no idea what to think. A lady shorter than me with red hair that went every direction with blonde streaks in it wearing glasses that made her look like she always had a crazed look on her face. To top it off she was wearing a maroon sweatshirt with William Shakespeare on it and a matching pair of sweat pants with “Utah Shakespearian Festival” written on the legs. It was in that class that I learned the most about writing. We had to write about two essays a week for the whole year. But out of a grading scale of one to nine, I never scored above a four. It was passing, but not good enough for me; I at least wanted a five. I could write the essay just fine, but now I had to look for the deeper meaning and how it applies to life and it was so hard for me. She tried writing suggestions on the paper, which were in purple, not red, but I couldn’t read them most of the time due to her use of fancy cursive that looked to me as if she had taken two seconds to write them. The very last essay we wrote before the final test was probably the best essay I have every written. I finally got that five that had been avoiding me all year, and I passed the final test.
During those three years in high school I learned so much about writing essays and their structures and how to answer different types of essays. But I never mastered it, or got very good at it. I do the very best I can on every essay and give it 150 percent every time, but it never seems to be enough. Thanks to those high school teachers, I am not very confident in my writing skills but I will always try to write the best essay that I can produce.







