Reflective Essay: How I Put Myself As A Writer

When one masters a certain practice, one becomes confident and nearly perfects the practice either because one had guidance or practiced continuously. I have not put myself in either one of those situations. To be honest, I write ‘put myself’ because I believe I had the choice of removing myself from classrooms to another better one; and the choice of being able to discipline myself to practice writing continuously.

Although I must say, I have encountered exceptional teachers in which introduced me to wonderful books and connected in powerful conversations with, but my writing slacks immensely. Thus as a writer, I concluded that I cannot call myself a writer. I accepted that I hold very little skill and experience in writing, therefore I
Personally, I believe that I need guidance in the basics of writing: organizing, grammar, editing, etc. In high school, I met a variety of English teachers. My ninth grade English teacher was mostly a supervisor because she would first hand out magazines then make us summarize what we read. I can understand why she was not interested in attempting to teach the class, one reason was because she was getting ready to retire that semester. The second reason why she had no interest was due to the classroom environment which was chaos. My tenth grade English class was pathetic. The instructor was a man who only sat in his chair and used Facebook everyday to chat with his at-home “child”, who then I found that his “child” was an eighteen year old girl who obsessed over vampires. This instructor also accepted cultural foods as bribery to raise your grade. This was pathetic because all you had to do was attend to pass the class! Now these people with degrees probably once felt a passion for teaching and expected to teach excelling students and this was not the case for either of my past