My first writing experience I remember was biting the head off a paper guy. In kindergarten we would get a paper guy with a smiley face or a frown depending on how we did in writing that day, but whenever I received a frown I would bite the head off the little guy. From that point forward I have had a negative attitude towards writing. Throughout my life I have had very different writing experiences, some good and some bad, but through them all I have realized I do not like writing. In spite of my feelings, I have found out my senior year that if I just try hard and put forth the effort I will do fine.
When I write anything I just say it in my head first. This helps me put words down on paper, it is how I taught myself how to write because I did not have a good home base for instruction. My father was a manager for Payless Drug, so we moved throughout Oregon, Nevada, and Idaho. This was really tough for me because each teacher was different in the ways they taught, so I never really got a well balanced background in writing. I think you must also be familiar with the area and the school before you can really start to learn when you are a kid, which is why I did not learn correct writing skills. It ended up that my father quit Payless Drug right before they turned into Rite Aid, so we stayed in St. Helens, Oregon for my entire high school career, and this is where my real memories about writing begin.
When I started as a freshman I had writing with Mr. Gloden, a crazy guy who would hit himself when he got upset. He once took a stapler and cracked himself in the forehead. He made me laugh, and I enjoyed that class a lot because we would read books quite often or he read them to us. Then we were supposed to write something about the book or draw pictures about what we read. So I tried to write a paper about a book called The Pearl. I thought I had done a great job on it because I never had to do any papers before and I had nothing to compare my writing too.
