The defining moment of my writing career happened, April of my eighth grade year. My English teacher was Mrs. M.E., she dislike her first name which was Mary Elizabeth, and so we called her M.E. My teacher was a tall, blonde haired woman, who I always remembered her having a red pencil behind her ear. Mrs. M.E had a serious passion for English, and you could tell how much she loved it. Throughout …show more content…
English was the subject that requires too much thinking. In my family I was always known as the over achiever. Other school subjects came easy, but not English. For some strange reason, whenever I tried to write, I had no idea where to begin or when I did write something it did not make any sense. It is like I was stuck with permanent “writers block”. If someone asked me about my topic, I could tell someone out loud about Shirley Temple. A few days before first drafts were due, my grandmother saw me at the kitchen table, clearly stressed out with hands on my head. I explained to her my situation, and told her “I hate writing!” My grandmother sat down next to me, and read the few sentences I had written. She asked if told I asked my teacher for help. I replied “No…” she then said “Well you need to ask her before it’s due, I would help you if I could. But we did not have to do research papers when I was in school.”, “But you need to take a deep breathe and calm down…it is impossible to do anything done right if your upset.” The next day, in class we went over MLA format, how to do a bibliography, and transitional words. After lecture, I went to my teacher and explained what was going on with my research paper. Basically,