I am writing this on one of those days that I feel especially empowered. Maybe you guys know what I mean when I say that right now, in this moment, I feel like I can do just about anything. The days I get this feeling are far and few between, so I decided to enjoy it. But of course, I had to tie in writing somehow, so today, I’m going to write about the first time I was truly proud of my writing.
Honestly, as a freshman in high school, I was a really bad writer. I think the highest I got on a paper in my English class that year was a low B, and for the truly grade obsessed person I was that year, trust me, that was not good.
Looking back, I think I truly started to enjoy writing once I began my sophomore year of high school. The summer leading into that school year, our teacher made us read A Tale of Two Cities, and while I hated it during that summer, (cause I mean it’s summer and homework…c’mon) the paper I ended up writing about it is still my favorite paper that I’ve ever written.
It was a character analysis paper in which we had to choose a character from the book, and identify the character’s qualities, their role in the story, how they changed or how they didn’t change throughout the book, and how they contributed to the overall theme and plot of the novel. I ended up writing my paper on Jerry Cruncher, the grave robber and comic relief of the story that represents the theme of resurrection throughout the entirety of the story. Naturally, I titled the paper The Grave Digger, and it was honestly the first time I was truly proud of my writing.
I think I was proud because A Tale of Two Cities was definitely the most difficult book I had read at the time, and the fact that I was able to understand it, enjoy one of the characters, and write a five page paper that accurately represented that character made me excited about writing. In all honesty, that entire class made me excited about writing, and I think I owe my passion for writing to my English teacher (who shall remain nameless) that year, because she really taught me how to write and fueled my energy for it.
One of my other favorite papers that year was a twelve page essay (that was the longest I had ever written!) comparing the character of Sherlock Holmes to the character of Poirot in Agatha Christi’s mysteries. That year of English made me feel a sense of accomplishment, and looking back on it, I really enjoyed it.
***So yeah, that’s it. Thanks for reading guys! Feel free to share in the comments when the first time you realized your like writing or were proud of your writing was. I always love to hear from you***