A New View on Writing :: Essays Papers

A New View on Writing As long as I can remember, I have constantly been opposed to writing. All through my school career, I have compose mediocre papers just to get by. Every time I would hear a teacher say that we had a writing identification in the near future, I would immediately plan the short cut, the delicate way out. My senior family began as no exception. During my senior year at Schuylkill Haven High School my English teacher was a colorful, middle-aged woman named Ann Barton. She was without contest the most personable teacher I have ever had the pleasure of learning under. She actu every last(predicate)y cared how her students lives were going and would give sound experienced advice. She loved to teach and that choler was obvious to everyone who knew her. As my senior year progressed, Mrs. Barton and I became very close. She had notice that as the year waned, I seemed to be more and more wary of graduation. Always able to sniff out the truth, of course she was right on. terrene that passed I lamented every aspect of my life to come college, family, careers, everything. Then the final week of school arrived, and even for Mrs. Barton an unexpected thing happened. My fellow seniors and I were sitting in her room before class discussing how we were going to exercise yet another English class when Mrs. Barton walked in with her usual burning and disturbed look. She said in her heavy Scottish accent, Im done with class. Im tired of this bloody school. Its your decision. What do you want to do? We looked one to the other for a moment, entirely no one had any idea what we should do. Then finally she said, If no one decides than I will. Immediately the plan became the appreciation of the beautiful day. We were all going out to compose an outdoor journal. Everyone sighed and slowly trudged toward the door. As I headed in the same direction Mrs. Barton stopped me and explained how she would love to read my vie ws on graduation and my future, and that this would be a perfect opportunity to release my burdens by writing of the tensions I had been facing.