I believe my writing journey truly began in second grade. Throughout the year we wrote small paragraphs about our family members to be made into a book at the end of the year. I finished my entire book in half the time. Mrs. Kirk recognized my excitement and love of writing and suggested to my parents that I take a youth Creative Writing course in summer school.

“Summer school?! I got straight A’s!” was my attitude toward the idea because I took it as an insult. But, I took the class and had a blast expanding my book. I even wrote a fantasy story and created a board game to go along with it.

My next big growth in writing was in fifth grade. Ms. Spuler was the reason kids cried the first day of her class; she was the “witch” of our tiny Catholic school. But I liked her. For some odd reason, I enjoyed her strange personality and the way she taught. She made all poetry and essay contests mandatory an

Mr. Murphy’s encouragement is what has molded me as a writer the most. I am no longer afraid to write how I feel and I don’t write about something I don’t believe in. I don’t write to please other people because I think they might not like what I feel. I write what I want and I think this attitude is the main reason why I enjoy writing, and some students my age hate it. To me, it’s not about pleasing someone else. Writing is the beautiful task of combining words, phrases, and sentences into wonderful works of art that affect everyone they come in contact with, no matter the outcome.

A week had passed. The tension built up inside of me as she walked around and handed back our essays, occasionally leaning over to whisper something into a peer’s ear. She didn’t say anything when she got to me; she just laid the paper on my desk. “A+. I want to talk to you, See me,” the end of my essay read. “See me?” I thought. This couldn’t be good news. With my luck she probably wants to talk to me about being too young to be in a serious relationship or some kind of lecture on pre-marital sex. I swallowed hard and walked up to her desk after class and asked her what she wanted to see me about. I was so relieved to hear what she had to say! She asked me if I was alright with the situation my boyfriend and I were in, and told me if I ever needed any advice or someone to talk to that I could come to her. I think th

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