Loving To Write

When I was in second grade we had free writing time. Everyone hated this time and complained. I could hear all my classmates saying things like “do we really have to write today?” or “this writing every day is stupid because I never have anything to write about!” I however, thought it was one of the best parts of my day. My classmates hated this writing time because they would rather go outside and play on the playground or do anything other than sitting down and writing. I had all these cool stories that would pop into my head, and all the vacation stories I could write about. 
Every day at 11:30 before lunch, we would all get our journals out and write a few sentences about whatever we wanted. My teacher suggested to us to write from our minds and to let the creativity flow from us. She would get out her journal and write and with us in our writing block. I looked at some of my writing logs I wrote from the past days and I saw all the journals that I had talked about like little trips I had taken and weird dreams I had. One of my past journals I read over was one dream I had about my grandpa owning a dog farm and how he let me keep one of the dogs. I loved writing about dreams because a lot of the time you do not remember your dreams and if you write them down, you can easily read and remember them. Writing time was like my personal journal. I would get my journal out and open to a fresh page and start writing about whatever was in my head at that particular time. I got excited about looking at a fresh, blank page because you can put down whatever you want and let your mind flow onto the paper.
I specifically remember writing about my trip to Virginia Beach that I had taken with my family. I started writing about going over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. It then progressed into our time at the beach riding the waves with my boogie-board. I loved this trip because it was the first trip that I remembered that I took that was more than six hours away from home. Writing about the ocean and shops made me remember all the fun I had and the excitement I got from it. I felt so happy writing about looking at all the hermit crabs because there is not a lot of them in New York. For the first time I felt free from being away from my hometown. Because I had missed a few days of school because of being in Virginia, I had to write my teacher a letter on a post card. Whenever a child missed days of school because of being on a vacation, our teacher required us to write them about our trip to stay focused on our school and not be too consumed in our trip. I remember being very excited to tell the teacher about all the fun I was having and not wanting to go back to school yet. As I was writing in my journal with my pencil about this trip, I was writing so fast. I was so excited to get my ideas down in my journal that my handwriting was so sloppy. I filled up a whole page and had to start on the second page.
I looked around and had noticed all of the other kids were done writing and I had so much more I wanted to write. I felt rushed because I was the only one not finished and all my classmates were starting to get up and put their journals away. My teacher loudly exclaimed “lunch time!” and everyone rushed to put their journals away while I looked down at mine and was disappointed I didn’t get to write longer. I felt kind of “nerdy” for wanting to write more. I didn’t feel like I was a part of my class because while everyone was done and wanted to go, I wanted to write some more. We were only required to write three to five sentences but I was on my second paragraph. Looking back to when I was in second grade, I saw that writing gave me a certain feeling that I was in control of my thoughts.
When we turned in our journals at the end of the day, our teacher would read them and make corrections to spelling and make side comments about her ideas and how we could expand ours. I always liked getting my teacher’s comments back because I liked to know what I could expand on and correct. She would make comments on mine that would say “you’re such an amazing writer!” or ‘add more detail to make me feel closer to the story you are trying to tell.” one day my teacher called me up to her desk and she told me that I was doing very good in writing in my journals and she made a comment about how long I wrote about each topic. It made me feel good that she acknowledged my hard work in trying to make my journal entries better.
I loved free writing because I could let my excitement and imagination take me anywhere I wanted. Now in college, we usually have to write about one topic and stick to it. I can mix my personal ideas into the topic to make it even better. For example, now in college I had to write a paper in my Interprofessional Health class about learning styles. I stuck to the topic of learning, but I also put my own ideas in about how I learned. Sharing my opinions about learning and how I thought the best way for me to learn made my paper better. I realized from our free writing time in second grade that I loved writing make believe stories and writing about events that excited me. I loved writing stories from there on out and I have the imagination to write about whatever I want.

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