Also, I know you want to read about my life, right?
I will start my blogging adventure by talking about how awful I am at writing. I don't know what it is, but I'm just no good. From a very young age, I wrote little stories, poems, and books. OH, and songs. I wrote songs about boys, being in love, getting my heart broken, and I was just 6. What the fuck? Anyway, I was always writing. It was the one thing that I knew I wanted to do forever. I was pretty stinkin good too (for my age). I remember being pretty exceptional in 7th and 8th grade. I never did my homework and I was always getting in trouble, but as soon as we were assigned an essay, I was the first to pick up my pencil. It was such a great feeling.
High School was pretty different. I was in the normal/regular English class in 9th grade, and did very well. But Sophomore year, my guidance counsellor suggested I try the Honors English class... So I did. NOT. COOL. I could not keep up with my fellow classmates, at all. It's hard to explain this, but being in that class made me very nervous. The teacher didn't like me because I had such a hard time turning in my assignments on ttiimmee, and I never came to class prepared. AND I felt like the other students were judging me. Ok, I realize this sounds kind of ridiculous, it's just a h.s. English class....
Anyway, I finally got my shit together that year, and I ended up doing alright.
The following year, Junior year, was even worse. I struggled with EVERYTHING; vocabulary quizzes, every test, staying awake during Gulliver's Travels, and even ESSAYS(?!). No matter what I did, I could not please my teacher or get a good grade. I mean, I did not fail, I think I just kept getting C's, which is not acceptable in English. I remember this one essay I wrote about Mark Twain. I worked so hard on it and it took me forever to finish. I was excited to hear what Mrs. Teacher thought about it. And I got it back with a big red "C" on the cover page. Ugh! I started to realize that I had not grown as a writer. My writing skills had not advanced at all. I was still writing like I was in 8th grade, which was great for an 8th Grader, but not a Junior in an Honors class.
This realization was very depressing to me. It still is. I absolutely love writing, I just wish I was better at it. Maybe this will help a little. Maybe with each inarticulate and boring blog, I'll get a little better. Maybe.
But I will say this, I am a pretty good speller, I spell well. So if there are any typos or misspellings, it was just an accident. I don't proof-read, which is silly. I should, but I don't.
Alright, I'll let you go. If you read this, thanks for reading it.
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