My Literacy Autobiography
Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 1:53 pm
To be honest,I hated writing before I went to high shool.now,I don't hate it any more.I even like it because my teachers.
I first learned about writing when I was in primary school,but it was Chinese writing.At that time,I didn't have any feelings about writing.I just had to finish it becanse I regarded it as a task.I don't like it and I don't hate it.It wasn't until that I began to like reading novels,everything had changed.The novel gave me the space dreamroom,I was addicted to the content of the first talk can not extrictrate themselves.
The novel could let my unrestrained fantasy have the character to consign.
Gradually,I was no longer satisfied with reading novels,I wanted to created a novel by myself.I wanted to write down my thoughts in words.I began to create my own novel according to my own ideas.But I failed,and I was not at all satisfied with what I had written.Because I think my writing skills are not enough to express my real thoughts,or my writing is too simple to give people space to iagine.
Looking at my own words,I felt something deep inside my heart.It was like something was pressing on my chest.Slowly I feel my nose a sour,tears do not fight down.Tears just like broken string of the same as the kite is not controlled,drop by drop on my paper,my paper was immediately wet by my tears,become crumpled.After a while,my emotions settled and I put the paper in the box.In those days,I felt my world,the sky was not so blue like before,the air was not so fresh like before,even the smell of flowers could not make me happy like before.however as a little kid,I quickly forgot about it after a few days.But I made up my mind to improve my writing.I would write my own works to my satisfaied.
Then I entered junior high school, my heart also remenber that I want to write prett good works.However,a large number of homework after school caused me to put my plan on hold again.My writing is just writing the require composition in the exam,but in junior hing school, I was exposed to English writing.Express what you want to say in Englisn.I like English,but what I am afriad of most is English writing.Because I could not remenber the grammar stucture,the English sentences I write are often wrong.I was hit again,so I was afaid of writing in Englisn.Gradually,I was not used to writing in Chinese,and I felt conflicted.
Three years later,I became a high school student,with more and more studies,with more and more homework,and less time for writing.As time went on,I became even less fond of writing,as the writing requirements increased and the number of words incread.I thought writing became a burden.I thought it is an action than spent 30 minites writing a article.Therefore,apart from the homework requirements,I have no desire to write at all during the exam.For three years in high school, I hated writing.I never opened the box that held my dreams.I just write to get good grades,and I forget my original intentions.
Then I went to college and became an English major.English writig became a part of my life,but I still took it as a task when I was a freshman.At the time I thought there might not be any changes.I did not really have that much to say,or the desire to say in words.I also did not use words to record my mood and the habit of experiencing things.So I did not pick up a pen and write anything except what the teacher asked us to write.But I still keep the habit of reading,sometimes I see some good sentences,I will use the book to accumulate,but I did not use these sentences.And then I did not even bother writing.
But by the second sezmester of freshman year,which everything was changed.I began to feel that I could no longer do nothing,I should work hard for my own ideal.I suddenly remendered that someone once said to me that a person should not only do what he likes,but also force himself to do what he does not like,It is meaningless to live a life jist doing what you love.We could not make our lives too easy.We would close the motivation to work hard.So I started changing myself,and I started trying to keep track of things that I thought were meaningful,because there were things I wanted to keep in mind.But I find it difficult to insist and I always want to give up halfway.At this moment,I told myself over and over that I shoud never give up.If you give up,I will despire you.Then,gradually,I fell in love with writing again.As before,I saw some sentences that I thought were wonderful,and I copied them into my notebook.After a while,I would review them,and sometimes I would apply them to my articles to make them more wonderful.
In the last semester of my sophomore year,I met a very interesting English teacher.He is my teacher of reading and writing.I remendered him as a tall,thin man.In the first class,he asked us to introduce ourselves in one sentence,and we wondered then,how can a sentence introduce ourselves in a complete way?Sure enough,many students used three to four sentences before introducing themselves.Next,he gave us five minutes of free writing.After we finished writing,we were to judge the communication between the groups,and choose one article that the menbers of the group think is the best. Later,the teacher found some mistakes in the articles of the students in the exchange,so that we could avoid making the same mistakes next time.I think I like this way of teaching.We have more opportunities to communicate and show ourselves,and we have interaction with teachers.But my favorite part should be writing for five minutes every day,which makes me feel unaccustomed to it.Now I am accustomed to it,and I think it is still a good way to improve my writing skills.
As the saying goes,interest is the best teacher in our life.Now I have renewed my interest in English writing.I hoped I can improve my writing abllity through my daily accumulation and my efforts.Writing works that make me satisfied.
I first learned about writing when I was in primary school,but it was Chinese writing.At that time,I didn't have any feelings about writing.I just had to finish it becanse I regarded it as a task.I don't like it and I don't hate it.It wasn't until that I began to like reading novels,everything had changed.The novel gave me the space dreamroom,I was addicted to the content of the first talk can not extrictrate themselves.
The novel could let my unrestrained fantasy have the character to consign.
Gradually,I was no longer satisfied with reading novels,I wanted to created a novel by myself.I wanted to write down my thoughts in words.I began to create my own novel according to my own ideas.But I failed,and I was not at all satisfied with what I had written.Because I think my writing skills are not enough to express my real thoughts,or my writing is too simple to give people space to iagine.
Looking at my own words,I felt something deep inside my heart.It was like something was pressing on my chest.Slowly I feel my nose a sour,tears do not fight down.Tears just like broken string of the same as the kite is not controlled,drop by drop on my paper,my paper was immediately wet by my tears,become crumpled.After a while,my emotions settled and I put the paper in the box.In those days,I felt my world,the sky was not so blue like before,the air was not so fresh like before,even the smell of flowers could not make me happy like before.however as a little kid,I quickly forgot about it after a few days.But I made up my mind to improve my writing.I would write my own works to my satisfaied.
Then I entered junior high school, my heart also remenber that I want to write prett good works.However,a large number of homework after school caused me to put my plan on hold again.My writing is just writing the require composition in the exam,but in junior hing school, I was exposed to English writing.Express what you want to say in Englisn.I like English,but what I am afriad of most is English writing.Because I could not remenber the grammar stucture,the English sentences I write are often wrong.I was hit again,so I was afaid of writing in Englisn.Gradually,I was not used to writing in Chinese,and I felt conflicted.
Three years later,I became a high school student,with more and more studies,with more and more homework,and less time for writing.As time went on,I became even less fond of writing,as the writing requirements increased and the number of words incread.I thought writing became a burden.I thought it is an action than spent 30 minites writing a article.Therefore,apart from the homework requirements,I have no desire to write at all during the exam.For three years in high school, I hated writing.I never opened the box that held my dreams.I just write to get good grades,and I forget my original intentions.
Then I went to college and became an English major.English writig became a part of my life,but I still took it as a task when I was a freshman.At the time I thought there might not be any changes.I did not really have that much to say,or the desire to say in words.I also did not use words to record my mood and the habit of experiencing things.So I did not pick up a pen and write anything except what the teacher asked us to write.But I still keep the habit of reading,sometimes I see some good sentences,I will use the book to accumulate,but I did not use these sentences.And then I did not even bother writing.
But by the second sezmester of freshman year,which everything was changed.I began to feel that I could no longer do nothing,I should work hard for my own ideal.I suddenly remendered that someone once said to me that a person should not only do what he likes,but also force himself to do what he does not like,It is meaningless to live a life jist doing what you love.We could not make our lives too easy.We would close the motivation to work hard.So I started changing myself,and I started trying to keep track of things that I thought were meaningful,because there were things I wanted to keep in mind.But I find it difficult to insist and I always want to give up halfway.At this moment,I told myself over and over that I shoud never give up.If you give up,I will despire you.Then,gradually,I fell in love with writing again.As before,I saw some sentences that I thought were wonderful,and I copied them into my notebook.After a while,I would review them,and sometimes I would apply them to my articles to make them more wonderful.
In the last semester of my sophomore year,I met a very interesting English teacher.He is my teacher of reading and writing.I remendered him as a tall,thin man.In the first class,he asked us to introduce ourselves in one sentence,and we wondered then,how can a sentence introduce ourselves in a complete way?Sure enough,many students used three to four sentences before introducing themselves.Next,he gave us five minutes of free writing.After we finished writing,we were to judge the communication between the groups,and choose one article that the menbers of the group think is the best. Later,the teacher found some mistakes in the articles of the students in the exchange,so that we could avoid making the same mistakes next time.I think I like this way of teaching.We have more opportunities to communicate and show ourselves,and we have interaction with teachers.But my favorite part should be writing for five minutes every day,which makes me feel unaccustomed to it.Now I am accustomed to it,and I think it is still a good way to improve my writing skills.
As the saying goes,interest is the best teacher in our life.Now I have renewed my interest in English writing.I hoped I can improve my writing abllity through my daily accumulation and my efforts.Writing works that make me satisfied.