literacy narrative
Tamara Wilson-Ashton
18. Sept. 2013
ENG 099 – B5
Prof. W. Donohue
Literacy Narrative #2
Transitioning from elementary school writing and reading to middle school reaing and writing was not much of a struggle for me. I had entered middle school with a much higher placement in my reading and writing level than most of my peers at the time. I was confident in my skills and very much excited. I also had started to write when I had leisure time in my now journal, since diary was juvenile and girly to me in middle school. Journal sound more mature and serious. The next three years of middle school could bring nothing but positivity and joy to my reading and writing career. I was indulging myself in interesting books, like Animal Farm and The Stranger and Maniac Magee. I did nothing less than expected, I succeeded in my English language art and writing classes. I felt great. I loved to read and write so, I decided to take my love for the arts to a different height- I joined a creative writing club. My middle school creative writing club was so fresh and new. It was headed by two creative writing majors from Howard University. They were interning for class credit and they were something like my new heroes. They introduced us to free write poetry and shared their own. They weren’t just creative in writing but the arts and other fanciful things that made me interested in not only writing arts but other arts as well. I was intrigued with the different forms of writing they exposed us to. The club in all taught me about poetry and free writes and scripts and dialogue too. As a group we wrote plays, long verse poems and just stories to express how we felt. Sometimes we even acted out our writings. By the time I was leaving middle school I was so in love with writing. My one journal had turned into two journals covered in graffiti, glued together with a purple book cover on them. I was excelling in my writing classes and in different types of writing. I was
18. Sept. 2013
ENG 099 – B5
Prof. W. Donohue
Literacy Narrative #2
Transitioning from elementary school writing and reading to middle school reaing and writing was not much of a struggle for me. I had entered middle school with a much higher placement in my reading and writing level than most of my peers at the time. I was confident in my skills and very much excited. I also had started to write when I had leisure time in my now journal, since diary was juvenile and girly to me in middle school. Journal sound more mature and serious. The next three years of middle school could bring nothing but positivity and joy to my reading and writing career. I was indulging myself in interesting books, like Animal Farm and The Stranger and Maniac Magee. I did nothing less than expected, I succeeded in my English language art and writing classes. I felt great. I loved to read and write so, I decided to take my love for the arts to a different height- I joined a creative writing club. My middle school creative writing club was so fresh and new. It was headed by two creative writing majors from Howard University. They were interning for class credit and they were something like my new heroes. They introduced us to free write poetry and shared their own. They weren’t just creative in writing but the arts and other fanciful things that made me interested in not only writing arts but other arts as well. I was intrigued with the different forms of writing they exposed us to. The club in all taught me about poetry and free writes and scripts and dialogue too. As a group we wrote plays, long verse poems and just stories to express how we felt. Sometimes we even acted out our writings. By the time I was leaving middle school I was so in love with writing. My one journal had turned into two journals covered in graffiti, glued together with a purple book cover on them. I was excelling in my writing classes and in different types of writing. I was