like a chameleon in a jungle. In the end, I hadnt found my identity as a writer and,
today, I am still searching for it.
My favorite thing about writing is its journey. Each writer begins with a blank
sheet of paper. Perhaps intimidated by its emptiness, the writer is daunted to begin. As
the writer begins to formulate thoughts and ideas into readable lines on the paper, a
story is born. A story that is unique to the writer, alone, acting as a reflection of the
writers individualization. This story belongs to noone but the writer. In fact, one could
argue that without the writer the story would never exist. I truly believe that writing
allows people to create something that never would have been created had they not
been born. I sincerely believe that is special. Writing allows people to leave their mark
in the books of history, for people like myself to enjoy the readings of their work, years
after writer leaves this earth. Writing allows people to connect without an interaction.
Uniform and articulate words on a page, the story allows the reader to use a lens not
yet clouded by the appearance and social status of the writer.
My least favorite thing about writing is the objectivism that occurs. With
exception to standard grammar and English, there is no uniform grading criteria that
teachers can share to grade written work. Thus, grading writing is objective and
arbitrary. An A in one class could be a C+ in another depending on the teachers.
Therefore students, like me, are forced to adapt to each academic environment as they
create written work that truly doesnt represent their individuality. Many times in my life,
I have written a paper with one goal in mind: get an A. With this goal in my head, I
write to please the teacher not to unload the ideas and opinions that originated in my
head. In math class, I know what I need to do to get an A. I study it, learn it, and I
succeed at it. In writing, I have a general idea how to get an A and so I write and hope.
After turning in each paper of mine, I am left with doubt and fear that the teacher wont
find it appealing and will come down harsh on me, ruining my grade in the class.
The biggest stumbling block I have as a writer is finding my own identity. Finding
an identity when writing for a different person each time is difficult. I hope to gain
feedback in this class and help develop a sense of identity myself. I plan to stick to it as
I go on throughout life. In JGEN 220, I learned that business writing is nothing like the
writing I am doing right now. As a business major, I fully accept the idea that all the
perceptions of writing I once had might be thrown out the door in accordance to the
harsh standards of business writing. Business writing lacks detail and flow, things that I
pride myself on being able to do.
Where I am from Poem
I am from the rays of the sun, gently touching the grass
Receding into darkness
I am from the laughs shared after a filling meal
Smiling from the people around me
I am from the sweat off a drooping brow
Succumbed by immense goals and desire
I am from the moments before waking
In the midst of the deepest of dreams
Yearning to dream but ready to awake
I am from the walk down the beaten path
To my brick house hidden in the trees
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did so by writing. Given that I understand the value of writing, it only makes sense to
better myself by engaging in a writing class at UNL. English 150 will enhance my ability
to better articulate myself as a person and writer. I am excited to see where this class
takes me over the next four weeks.