My journey as a writer has been a complex one to say the least.

Often my writing is riddled

with scattered ideas and jumbled wording, confusing whichever victim managing to stumble across the
poorly concocted content. Nevertheless, I loved the activity throughout my early teenage years because
at some point in my journey as a writer I discovered that it benefited me by acting as a coping skill to
draft how I felt when I was in a difficult situation. As a result, writing taught me to articulate my
personal ideas as concisely as possible. Despite this, it became apparent to me that my works became
tailored to personal narratives that were lackluster from a lack of reading and lack of practice in other
types of writing.
Most noteworthy in my writing timeline was my junior year while taking International
Baccalaureate Literature. This class made it increasingly apparent to me that quality writing was
structured upon a close reading of a text, to which I heavily struggled with, since my comprehension
and interpretation of text were more realistic in nature, rather than abstract. I consequently took for
granted the class, which later led me to realize that I should have taken the class much more seriously
by being a more present participant.
The horrors of junior year I.B. Literature led me to believe it necessary that I need to be a more
proactive reader and writer for three distinct reasons: personal enrichment, my need to understand
mathematical proofs, and to improve my writing abilities for college level work. These realizations are
what brought me to pursue a writing class and I believe that reconnecting to my inner-writer through
such a course will drastically accelerate me to a path of success in my future fields of study and careers.