When And How Has A Teacher Or An Assignment Made You Feel Most Like A Real Author?

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Journal Writing, Journal Reading A week into my seven-grade year, my new English teacher, Ms. Miller, gave every student a spiral notebook. Once everyone had one, she explained that these notebooks were going to be our journals for the next year.

She told us she wouldn't read anything we asked her not to. I didn't really understand what she wanted us to write in them, so I asked and she answered: "Anything you can think of."In the beginning, we were given ten minutes of class time to write.

I still was confused by this assignment because it was so out of the ordinary, and I thought it was strange to confide in a teacher. Shoes Online The way I saw this project: a personal discussion between a teacher and her student. I decided to write about my cats because it wasn't too personal.

After the first ten entries, which showed my confusion, I jumped into the project. I started writing in the journal almost every day. I wrote about anything I could think of: weird dreams, the '60s, my overactive brain, writing, my unmotivated generation, plans for my future, adventures ...
... and airplanes, books, and other random obsessions.

Two months later, our journals were collected and graded not on content but on how much time we put into writing in them. Then, in February, she collected them again. That was the last time they were collected.

At the end of the school year, we went outside for a whole period to write a little. But instead of writing, I read. I read every entry I ever wrote. When I had finished, I felt like I had just read a book. I had written about the world from my point of view. I felt like a real writer because what I wrote about was my reality.

Writing for a Classroom Library One time a teacher made me feel like an author was in first grade. My teacher was Mrs. Doolittle. Every day we had a specific time where we would either read or write during class. The first story I wrote was called "Carrot City."

It was about a small community of carrot people whose peaceful town is put in danger when a hungry rabbit shows up. In the end the mayor talked to the rabbit that apologized for scaring the town and promises never to eat another carrot.

Mrs. Doolittle encouraged us to illustrate our stories and even taught us how to make a cover page out of construction paper. Discount Shoes She taught us how to edit the stories for errors. The whole process took almost two weeks for me. When I was finally done with "Carrot City," Mrs.

Doolittle "published" the book and put a little copyright symbol on the back cover and it would become a part of our classroom library. It was a very special feeling, having something that you wrote being enjoyed by others; to me it felt like the whole world could read it and not just my class.

If I had gotten a story "published" in another grade down the line, I might not have appreciated it as much because as you get older you tend to take little pleasures like that for granted and they don't mean as much.

But because it was at a time where it was the highlight of my week to write a story, I can look back on it and feel the same feeling of joy that I felt the day I finished my story. Many things about my first grade class stick out in my mind, but I don't think I will ever forget how it felt when I got my book put in the classroom library