Personal Narrative: The Writing Dilemma
The Writing Dilemma
I never liked to write before, still don’t now. I tolerate it. Well, tolerate wouldn’t be the best word. Let’s just say me and writing have a love hate relationship. I hated it, it hated me. More of a mutual hatred I guess. I used to despise writing and thought it was the dumbest and most useless subject in school. Actually the most useless thing in the world. I was more of a man, or more precisely a boy of numbers. There was this one time where in 6th grade I had to write a realistic fiction, mystery, adventure, or fantasy story. I couldn’t do it. I tried making a story about flying potatoes and stuff, but I just couldn’t do it. After getting the assignment I said to my teacher,
“Mrs. Wowzniak, why do I have to write a story, isn’t math like 100 times more important?“ and I was dead serious because I resented writing so much.
“You need to write, it’s for your grade. Do you want to fail?“ she sighed in a irritated voice as if this had happened before. Which it actually has a few times.
“No“, I answered in a sad voice. So I got to thinking why not make a 1 page book with letters that take up the whole page and loads of pictures? It seemed like a …show more content…
“But, Why!” I pleaded. The security told me to leave and I walked away steaming mad.
It was getting late and I needed help. I was looking around desperately for short lines, but they were all filled or there just weren’t any. I was scrambling around until I saw it. The rhyme maker, the unofficial doctor of rhymes, the greatest children’s book writer ever known, Dr. Seuss. I know it’s probably just an impersonator, but I was desperate! I quickly rushed over and explained to him my dilemma.
“Oh you really are in a pickle.“ he says in a fake, over-the-top, narrator-like, voice.
“Ok can you write for me by any chance?“ I asked him fast while trying to mimic his funny voice. It was almost 12 and I had to be home or I would be late to school
I never liked to write before, still don’t now. I tolerate it. Well, tolerate wouldn’t be the best word. Let’s just say me and writing have a love hate relationship. I hated it, it hated me. More of a mutual hatred I guess. I used to despise writing and thought it was the dumbest and most useless subject in school. Actually the most useless thing in the world. I was more of a man, or more precisely a boy of numbers. There was this one time where in 6th grade I had to write a realistic fiction, mystery, adventure, or fantasy story. I couldn’t do it. I tried making a story about flying potatoes and stuff, but I just couldn’t do it. After getting the assignment I said to my teacher,
“Mrs. Wowzniak, why do I have to write a story, isn’t math like 100 times more important?“ and I was dead serious because I resented writing so much.
“You need to write, it’s for your grade. Do you want to fail?“ she sighed in a irritated voice as if this had happened before. Which it actually has a few times.
“No“, I answered in a sad voice. So I got to thinking why not make a 1 page book with letters that take up the whole page and loads of pictures? It seemed like a …show more content…
“But, Why!” I pleaded. The security told me to leave and I walked away steaming mad.
It was getting late and I needed help. I was looking around desperately for short lines, but they were all filled or there just weren’t any. I was scrambling around until I saw it. The rhyme maker, the unofficial doctor of rhymes, the greatest children’s book writer ever known, Dr. Seuss. I know it’s probably just an impersonator, but I was desperate! I quickly rushed over and explained to him my dilemma.
“Oh you really are in a pickle.“ he says in a fake, over-the-top, narrator-like, voice.
“Ok can you write for me by any chance?“ I asked him fast while trying to mimic his funny voice. It was almost 12 and I had to be home or I would be late to school