I’ve wanted to start a blog for a really long time now, and I finally got the inspiration to after reading so many other blogs. I really like writing and it’s something I’m really proud of. I found my love for writing when my mom died when I was in 5th grade, it was the only thing that got me through. I had this language arts teacher, Ms. Street, she was amazing. I don’t remember much about language arts before my mom passed away but afterwards, it really caught my attention. It intrigued me. Ms. Street would have us free write and make poems, or at least I would free write. I would write about my mom, and I would go in front of the class and read it out loud. Ms. Street would cry and hug me every time I shared. When my mom died, I didn’t go to school for a really long time. She passed away in late January and I don’t remember going back to school until about late February, early March. I would sit in class with a notebook in front of me and write and space out, this went on for as long as I remember. Anyways, writing was the only thing that got me through. When my mom died, something inside of me died too. I changed quite a bit, I stopped sharing my feelings, or I just stopped feeling altogether… I would keep a journal and write everyday and sometimes I would let whoever I was living with read some pages. It was the only way I could express myself. I couldn’t talk about my feelings or my mom or anything really, I would only write it down. I stopped writing about my mom, and just about anything in 7th grade. I’m not sure why there was break but I lost interest in my writing. My papers became rusty and I felt horrible. I started back up in 8th and since then, I’ve just been writing my little heart out. I loved writing for my teachers and hearing their feedback and seeing their reactions when they would read my work. It was great. Now that I’ve graduated I won’t have any work to give to my teachers. Or at least for the summer because I’m going to Washburn University this fall. So I guess that also motivated me to start a blog. So here I am. I will also say that I am a really opinionated person, I have very strong beliefs and I’ve also taught myself to keep an open mind because everything isn’t always so black and white. You have to want to see more in order to see past your opinions and whatnot.
**Ms. Street, if you ever read this, I just want to thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t have been so passionate about writing. You made me believe in myself at such a young age.