#Potential Topic
Getting a poem published, therefore deepening the want to be a writer.
being told I was an excellent reader at a very young age, and that I should keep it up
knowing that I wanted to publish a book before graduating high school
Being told by almost everyone at school that I couldn’t be a writer, and when I tried to prove them wrong, I ended up getting a C on my paper.
#Why it Matters
When I was in the sixth grade, I would write every second I could. Journals, stories, songs, and poems. But people always told me I could never be a writer. This proved to them and myself that I can and I will.
Even when I was just in kindergarten and could barely read, my teacher would read to us, and I would be so interested, and repeatedly told her that it was my favorite part of the day. She told my mom then that she needed to make sure I kept reading.
I guess this isn’t really a massive event, but the thing about my stories is that they are all pretty unfinished. I’ll start writing and then come up with a new idea and then start something new. Now, I’ve decided that I’m going to finish, so I’m pretty excited.
This matters to me because I always told people I wanted to be a writer. People would laugh and would say that I would never make it. Since I wanted to make them wrong, I got a horrible grade on my paper, and I learned that you should write for you and make yourself pleased with your work, not pleasing other.
#Vivid Scenes Ideas
I could talk about the day my teacher read my poem and how she asked me if i wanted to submit it, and maybe about how I had to wait for about seven months to find out if I cgo in or not.
I could talk about how reading was kind of like installed into my brain from a young age and about how my reading has developed since I was younger.
I can talk about the process of writing and how I think the story will go. I can talk about how the idea came to me in a dream, and I decided to finally finish one.
I can make a scene about the teasing and then the determination to prove them wrong, the excitement as I wrote the paper and turned it in, the suspense and need to rub it in my classmate’s face, and the utter disappointed of getting it back and having a C on it, along with the note “I expected more, you completely misunderstood the assignment. Please come talk to me after class.”