I have always loved reading. As far as my first memories stretch back, there was always a series I was reading: Percy Jackson, classic fairy tales, Harry Potter, among many more. My favorite genre was always fiction and whether it was mystery, fantasy, or science-fiction, each story captivated my imagination in its unique way. Often, I would go on a reading frenzy and finish these books in a few days and re-read my favorite parts again and again, until more books finally came in. I would read everywhere during my free time– on the bed, on the floor, or on the couch. My sense of time would be lost, reading for hours on end which usually ended in my mom yelling at me to get back to work.
School was a place where teachers constantly encouraged you to read, and as an early teen who loved reading, I was puzzled why some people were so averse to it. To me, reading was an escape from reality, a time to fully immerse myself in the amazing world created by the author. However, I do admit I was never that “perfect” reader. Occasionally, there were periods when I did not read for reasons such as laziness to find more books to read or the mindset that reading wouldn’t be as enjoyable as it appeared in my memories. However, once a book was picked up again, it all came back to me. The thrill, the excitement, and the anticipation for the next page: I remembered why reading was one of my favorite hobbies.
Although reading was one of my strong passions, my relationship with writing was more of a chore. In my writing journey, consistent investment in English writing projects and university preparation were the main ways I improved my writing.
My parents always said I would be a great writer because of all the literature I consumed. However, that statement turned out to be false. Although I was exposed to many unfamiliar words, I was never an active reader, so I regretfully say I never took the time to find their definitions. And even though yes, I could differentiate between the writing styles of different authors, I could never effectively replicate the techniques that worked; the hooks that drew readers in, the perfect word choices, and the cliffhangers that left the readers wanting more. To put it simply, writing never came easy for me.
On the other hand, math was never a hard subject. Growing up, especially in middle school, it was difficult to empathize with other students who struggled with it. In 7th grade, I vividly recall one English class where I came to the random conclusion that writing for me was just how struggling students felt with math. To be on the same level as my peers, I would need to put in more effort, and I felt jealous. I don’t believe my writing is subpar, however, I have often received “low” grades that I did not think I deserved. I was also influenced by my peers. For them, words and ideas flowed onto paper like the movement of water through a dam. They took much less time to complete an assignment with many more words. I wondered if writing was an innate skill since I felt my writing had stayed stagnant throughout high school; I felt like there were no major life-changing improvements to my process.
Each year in English class, I had a new teacher. At the start of each year, they would read the course syllabus, and each time they never failed to convince me that this was the year where I would finally become that great writer, or half-decent one, that I’ve always wanted to be. Maybe it was the way they spoke with their English teacher-style diction or my gullibility, but either way, I was led to believe that this was the year. Looking back on each year, I can’t say I had that eye-opening experience. Every year felt like I was just practicing my writing skills with my current skillset; no new writing techniques were being taught. However, with practice came improvements, and through each small free write or major assignment, my writing was slowly but surely becoming more refined.
However, one large milestone occurred when I was preparing my application to apply to universities. Studying for the SAT greatly improved my grammar, especially redundancy and proper punctuation. When writing my personal statement for applying to university, the exercises, and techniques for crafting an essay truly opened my eyes to sentence flow and structure. Writing my personal statement was the longest and most thorough free writing I have ever done. I spent countless hours revising each word, giving it to peers and family to check over, and attempting to read it through the eyes of a college admission officer. That experience boosted my confidence in writing since I not only got accepted, that piece was widely praised by everyone who read it.
Now as a current university student, I am utilizing my writing skills at a higher level. At Emory, there are many opportunities to expand my knowledge and I am already learning new things, for “real” this time. So, here I am now, continuing my writing journey and ready for what is yet to come.