Writing Experience

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It all happened in 1993, I was 11 years old and in the sixth grade. Back then I remember it being so much easier to write. My teacher Mr. Ingham was one of those grouchy mad at the world kind of people. I wasn’t really too concerned with that except he used to give us extremely difficult homework. I remember he made the entire class by the mini version of Webster’s Dictionary. He was very tough when it came to teaching; his main objective was that his class learned as many elaborate words as possible. Although it did not seem fare at the time, I now thank him everyday.
I remember there was this one time he made us keep a journal during the entire period of the semester on that one play by Shakespeare, “The taming of the Shrew”. I think that that was when I first realized the extent and full potential of my vocabulary, that was also when I got into writing. Although I had been writing little reports here and there, I had not realized what a gift it was to be able to put words together and write a sentence let alone an essay.
Sometimes I wish it could go back to just tracing letters in the recycled big sheets of paper like when I was in first grade, but then I usually snap out of it because back then I was told what to write. Now I love to just sit and free write. My experience in Mr. Ingham’s class was that of a dramatic one. Back then I just thought he was incredibly mean and bitter, now I know he just happened to have the same interest in the English language and its fascination, just like me.
My mother once told me how proud she was of me because I overcame my problem with grasping the English language. It wasn’t like I did not understand English. I simply just had problems putting words together. I mean speaking the language was one thing but writing it for some reason seems to be difficult for me. I don’t really remember much of that part of my life, but I do know it happened. I am extremely glad that I was able...