J. White
Drumming my fingertips on the surface of the desk, I impatiently exhale as I see that after two minutes my internet Solitaire game is only 25% loaded. Irritated and bored, I click on the “Free Poetry Contest!” pop-up that flickered in the top margin of the screen. The rules were simple: write a poem and click submit. Yet for an eager eight year old with soaring thoughts of ingenuity zigzagging in each crevice of my imagination, it was nearly impossible to settle on one topic. So instead I went with the first thing I saw: a picture of my current fourth grade teacher Mrs. Rader. Filling the four minute time gap I had remaining for my game to load, I constructed a poem of six stanzas with perfect rhythm and exact rhymes. “My Teacher is a lie-detector, when a problem is a-brew, she tracks it down, learns more about it, and knows exactly what to do”. It wasn’t too shabby for a girl who recently learned how to spell teacher!
A seemingly pointless use of time, yet those four minutes cultivated an abiding desire to pursue a career in English, as I had never viewed Language Arts as a subject of stimulation. My poem was soon framed in the school principal’s office, passed around as room moms gently wiped tears from heir face, and published in The Book of Anthology. Every educator and adult urged my future career as a writer, despite my young adolescence. I began to read every book available, acquiring inspiration to write my own short stories about mythical creatures, wild animals escaping the zoo, and hot-air balloons adventures. Writing did to my imagination what exercise did for my body, as I ascertain abilities to stretch my limitations and employ all emotions. My love for literature became a passion, in which I thirsted for more knowledge on correct punctuation, sentence construction, perfect diction, and a broader vocabulary.
I evolved from a decent essayist to a talented writer, composing audacious novellas in my free time, tutoring struggling students on their thesis statements, and serving as Section Editor and Head Copy Editor of our high school newspaper. However the shallow curriculum of my AP English classes did not satisfy my ceaseless yearning to articulate my perspective, communicate my storylines, or convey my creativity. I ache to explore the vigor of English composition, I covet more knowledge of analysis and perception, I crave the wisdom that will enable my success as an imminent author. Utilizing the programs available in the College of Arts and Sciences, I expect to not only to explore the dynamism of English, but to be a triumphant asset to the course. As I continue on my eternal pursuit for complete insight on flawless grammar, impeccable sentence structure, various styles, and ideal diction, I anticipate developing my own voice as an author through the College of Arts and Sciences. In doing so, my pieces can not only be ideally assembled, but most significantly have something to say.
WOW Jacy! You never seize to hypnotize me through your writing. Is that even possible... Really? Because you just made me forget why I logged on your team's blog! I'm clueless. I think it was to grab some references on what I should post on my blog this week. I think?
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how happy it makes me that I can see and hear your voice through these words.
I completely agree with you when you say: "However the shallow curriculum of my AP English classes did not satisfy my ceaseless yearning to articulate my perspective, communicate my storylines, or convey my creativity." Wouldn't it had been nice to have had a class that allowed you the liberty to explore yourself as a writer as free as a butterfly before Mrs. Elliott's?
I only wish I had the superpower of using words in unimaginable ways, like you, and having the impact that your writing does!
Great Job Ms. Jacy White!!!
-eLizabeth aMaya.
Jacy,
ReplyDeleteNow I sort of better understand your reason for becoming a writer and I encourage you to do so!
- Jake Sanchez