Although I have always been an avid reader I have never thought too much about my own writing style. I preferred not to focus on it because I have never felt like writing was one of my strong suits. I made A’s in my middle school English classes but so did all of my friends. I still would not consider myself an excellent writer but I definitely feel like I have improved over the years.
My 9th grade English teacher, Mrs. Powell, was an older woman with a lot of spunk. She had ridiculously high expectations and challenged me more than I had ever been challenged before. I will never forget her class...it was where I earned my first B. I was so determined to prove to not only her but to myself that I could earn an A.
I unfortunately had to do the very last project of the semester on my own because I had missed class the day that everyone had chosen partners. (I was more upset about missing class and not having a partner than the fact that I had spent the day getting a cast put on my ankle.) We had been given a book to read and were required to create a presentation of some sort that involved every type of writing that we had covered that semester. This was not your typical “book report”. We were not just spitting out facts into a nice presentation. I decided to do a scrapbook of all of the major events that had occurred in my book. On each page I included pictures of the event and one of the required writing formats. I literally wanted to cry when I turned it in because I was so afraid that I had failed to meet both of our expectations. I ended up receiving an A on the project and Mrs. Powell actually pulled my mom aside at lunch to tell her how amazing my project was. She even kept my project as an example for future classes. In that one single accomplishment, Mrs. Powell made me feel like I had finally figured it out. I had actually enjoyed that project and I no longer had the same disdain for writing as I had in the pas
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