My life as a writer
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It ended up that my father quit Payless Drug right before they turned into Rite Aid, so we stayed in St. Helens, Oregon for my entire high school career, and this is where my real memories about writing begin.
When I started as a freshman I had writing with Mr. Gloden, a crazy guy who would hit himself when he got upset. He once took a stapler and cracked himself in the forehead. He made me laugh, and I enjoyed that class a lot because we would read books quite often or he read them to us. Then we were supposed to write something about the book or draw pictures about what we read. So I tried to write a paper about a book called The Pearl.
I thought I had done a great job on it because I never had to do any papers before and I had nothing to compare my writing too. When I got my paper back it had a 'C,' which was an awful grade for me. Mr. Gloden did not really put any comments on my paper so I had no idea what to do. I just stayed away from writing as much as possible after that class so I would not have to write.
As a sophomore I took speech with Mr. Schmor, who did not like students to write anything. He just wanted us to speak off the top of our heads, but he did not mind if we had notes. That class was my favorite because I like to talk a lot and it was fun for me to get up in front of the class (and they had to listen to whatever I had to say.) The second semester I had Mr. Tinkle and he was pretty cool. What I mean by this is he did not give us a lot of work, he just gave us a couple of books to read. I was content with that. We may have had some writing, but I liked him so I don't remember it as a class I didn't like. I think he also graded on completion, not quality of your actual work. « mai multe referate din Engleza