Writing

Throughout my life, I had always considered myself to be a decent writer. I was able to tell a story and usually do it with a "flavorful" vocabulary. My teachers always rewarded my efforts with good grades, and this always boosted my confidence in myself as a writer. All of this was the case, until I reached my senior year of high school. I took a few different courses that required me to write in substantial amounts throughout the course of the trimester. The first course was AP History, the most difficult class that I had ever taken. This course required me to take all of my writing and cut it down to the bare minimum. Pieces that I wrote were written in response to a prompted question, and so I had to keep my explanations brief and to the point in order to thoroughly answer that question. My teacher, Mr. Haverdink, took my pages and marked them up all over with red ink, and gave me less than exceptional grades. I was displeased, but throughout the entire process, I learned how to write differently and in a better format suited for what I will be doing for the rest of my life. This is an important skill and I am glad that I struggled throughout the year in order to become the better writer that I am now.