Many people have their up’s and downs about their writing: diction, syntax,and tone. I am included in that group of people. Realizing the changes in my writing, creates new expectations within it. During my blogging experience, the strict “ school-life” writing structure changed from more caged writing to more freestyle. I will look, in detail, at one generalized topics and three of my favorite post’s this quarter.
When I first started to blog, i did not want people to see my as the girl who writes about “ weird things” or “ too personal stuff). I entitled to write about the basic or general idea(s): School :0. It was the first few weeks to a month of school. I wanted to write about the subject school- it was easy to write about, people would not think it will be “weird” , and it is a re-occurring subject in the American teenagers life. I longed this idea since the beginning of the school year. I was scared. I was not going to make it. Blogger helped my withdraw this negative thoughts out of my head and to realize: it was going to be okay. Considering my other writing class, we do not have a selection of writing types. We- do -what- teacher-say. Similar to robots. Blogger assigned me to expectorate the brutal language lingering in my brain. While I was re-reading this blog, i have spotted many misspelled, unpunctuated sentences, and other grammar errors that were put in this post. I clearly understand why; I was mad.
During the first quarter, I read many students blogs.I was fascinated. I have envisioned the topics they have written about. They were not general, not deep-down-and -dirty, but they were- personal. As I became aware of, i came to a conclusion: I can do they same thing too, and so I did: Friday-Friday. Friday-Friday was about my religious faith and family gatherings. While reading this, i could not believe i really wrote this. I felt like it was wrong to do, but i had this feeling of encouragement and strengthen Telling the world about my family, my religion, and my personal activities, provided my with superiority. I do not know why. I just felt like “ damn, you’re good person” or like “ damn, I am so cool for writing about this.” Friday- Friday was one of my topics that I ab treasure. Blogger put me in a place that made my write about anything i wanted to write about. I do not have to be scared, ( unless i was insulting a teacher- I will be so screwed). This topic esteemed me to write about other ideas- in my own voice. For instance, Dude, chill and Bruh, Bruh. Just noticing the blog titles, it sounds very... original and abstract. Similar to my voice. The enduring blog posts generated a unending wind of comprehension.
Dude, chill was a response post to Amber Gomez’s blog. It was all about love and more love. This was a re-occurring subject during that time. It created many contrevorsy and missunderstadings of ones belief in love. Amber, was in rage.
While reading her post, I responded by stating:
While reading my reponse, i realized, i sounded superb and rude. I felt like i demolished her sense of reasoning and was voting for one side versus another. I never considered this to be me. It does not sound like me. Evidently, it is. During time, i should more individuality and implemented my own ideas, without backing out because of my fear in her reaction. I am a man. I have shown my opinionated self in... my self.
Bruh, Bruh. This was one of those little brother gone big moments:
I never knew I had this type of feeling towards my brother. It is usually, I hate him- that annoying kid. You know, the usual. This post was about the changes of my little brother. He is growing up. I could not believe it. I was scared. I felt like he was not going to fit in, in his new school, and understand the system. It sounds really mean, but this is how I - one-hundred percent felt during this time. Realizing that he was old enough to take care of him self: homework, tying his shoes, and making his own breakfast, signified “ it is time to let go. Writing about my personal family member created a relation to the world while i was writing this post. Understanding that the “school-life” structured essay never provide specific writing topics people want, on blogger, I am able to address any topic- freely. This helps me express my emotions that are hard to verbally take out. It is like a free session with a psychiatrist.
In conclusion, the effects that blogging has had on my life has greatly impacted the means of my writing. The strict “school-life” structured writing creates an enormous amount of stress and free will. On the other hand, the lovely blogger, insights with a massive amount of topics- being able to choose anything I want to write about is glorifying. My favorite, inspirational blogs above provide myself with happiness and the love of writing, which I never knew can happen.
School life and blogging has its distinctions and similarites. Many people blog about their school experiences and others write about Losing a Friend, Dougie-ing , or Writer’s Block.
The “school-life” structure changed from more gated writing into more abstract writing.
The unique type of study provides ones ability to improve their comprehension.
When I first started to blog, i did not want people to see my as the girl who writes about “ weird things” or “ too personal stuff). I entitled to write about the basic or general idea(s): School :0. It was the first few weeks to a month of school. I wanted to write about the subject school- it was easy to write about, people would not think it will be “weird” , and it is a re-occurring subject in the American teenagers life. I longed this idea since the beginning of the school year. I was scared. I was not going to make it. Blogger helped my withdraw this negative thoughts out of my head and to realize: it was going to be okay. Considering my other writing class, we do not have a selection of writing types. We- do -what- teacher-say. Similar to robots. Blogger assigned me to expectorate the brutal language lingering in my brain. While I was re-reading this blog, i have spotted many misspelled, unpunctuated sentences, and other grammar errors that were put in this post. I clearly understand why; I was mad.
During the first quarter, I read many students blogs.I was fascinated. I have envisioned the topics they have written about. They were not general, not deep-down-and -dirty, but they were- personal. As I became aware of, i came to a conclusion: I can do they same thing too, and so I did: Friday-Friday. Friday-Friday was about my religious faith and family gatherings. While reading this, i could not believe i really wrote this. I felt like it was wrong to do, but i had this feeling of encouragement and strengthen Telling the world about my family, my religion, and my personal activities, provided my with superiority. I do not know why. I just felt like “ damn, you’re good person” or like “ damn, I am so cool for writing about this.” Friday- Friday was one of my topics that I ab treasure. Blogger put me in a place that made my write about anything i wanted to write about. I do not have to be scared, ( unless i was insulting a teacher- I will be so screwed). This topic esteemed me to write about other ideas- in my own voice. For instance, Dude, chill and Bruh, Bruh. Just noticing the blog titles, it sounds very... original and abstract. Similar to my voice. The enduring blog posts generated a unending wind of comprehension.
Dude, chill was a response post to Amber Gomez’s blog. It was all about love and more love. This was a re-occurring subject during that time. It created many contrevorsy and missunderstadings of ones belief in love. Amber, was in rage.
While reading her post, I responded by stating:
Woe, Amber, that took a lot of... dedication.
While reading my reponse, i realized, i sounded superb and rude. I felt like i demolished her sense of reasoning and was voting for one side versus another. I never considered this to be me. It does not sound like me. Evidently, it is. During time, i should more individuality and implemented my own ideas, without backing out because of my fear in her reaction. I am a man. I have shown my opinionated self in... my self.
Bruh, Bruh. This was one of those little brother gone big moments:
my brother is growing up. He will never stay young, not even if you try to trick him about his age (which I have tried before... did not go well). It is time to let go.
I never knew I had this type of feeling towards my brother. It is usually, I hate him- that annoying kid. You know, the usual. This post was about the changes of my little brother. He is growing up. I could not believe it. I was scared. I felt like he was not going to fit in, in his new school, and understand the system. It sounds really mean, but this is how I - one-hundred percent felt during this time. Realizing that he was old enough to take care of him self: homework, tying his shoes, and making his own breakfast, signified “ it is time to let go. Writing about my personal family member created a relation to the world while i was writing this post. Understanding that the “school-life” structured essay never provide specific writing topics people want, on blogger, I am able to address any topic- freely. This helps me express my emotions that are hard to verbally take out. It is like a free session with a psychiatrist.
In conclusion, the effects that blogging has had on my life has greatly impacted the means of my writing. The strict “school-life” structured writing creates an enormous amount of stress and free will. On the other hand, the lovely blogger, insights with a massive amount of topics- being able to choose anything I want to write about is glorifying. My favorite, inspirational blogs above provide myself with happiness and the love of writing, which I never knew can happen.
School life and blogging has its distinctions and similarites. Many people blog about their school experiences and others write about Losing a Friend, Dougie-ing , or Writer’s Block.
The “school-life” structure changed from more gated writing into more abstract writing.
The unique type of study provides ones ability to improve their comprehension.
Even though I clearly understand where she is coming from, everyone is entitled to an opinion, nuff said.
People have the right to implement their idea about anything, and in this case, Love.
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