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I am reminded of the phone call my mother received at the end of my junior year of high school letting her know that I needed to repeat eleventh grade English. When I came home that day, she asked me if I was on drugs. haha. I was not. I was miss social, not wanting to miss any youth group or school activity if at all possible.
Now, the real reason that I failed that class was because I did not turn in my Research Paper. I will not make excuses for myself, because it was my fault but I had been sick and missed a week of school due to pneumonia and my teacher was not available to help me when I had free time....so I just didn't do it. I must also admit that it was partially due to the fact that public speaking scared the living daylights out of me and I would have had to present that paper to my class.
Because of that, I NEVER would have considered myself a writer. Looking back though, my love for writing started early. I loved to journal. I loved to fill notebooks. I just didn't want anyone else to read it.
Apparently that has changed, since everything I post could be read by the world.
Ok...my 5 minutes is up but for any wondering...I passed English 11 as well as my Senior English classes with flying colors the next year. haha.
Have a Blessed Weekend!
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Although I say I have been writing for 20 years, I never fully believed I was a writer until I was around 20 or 22. At that time, I had been writing and loving writing for 6-8 years. I wrote poems (bad ones) and toyed with idea of writing a novel. It never came to fruition but my passion for the written was and still is there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story about being a writer. Nice to see where others are coming from and what their experiences are like.