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The past week takes me all the way back to the first grade. We had just finished reading the heartwarming story of “The Polar Express” and had to write a brief summary. Even at six years old, I had a love for writing. But, when our summaries were returned, my teacher said I tended to be “a little wordy.” Even though these words were said over 10 years ago, I’m reminded of them every time my fingers start to skip across a keyboard…

My first college essay was due on Friday. After channeling my inner author, I poured raw emotion onto the blank pages of a Word document. With five pages filled of a story I held close to my heart, I was actually proud of my work. So when it was time to turn my story in, I confidently pranced to my professor’s desk with a warm smile spread across my face, and handed him the paper. I KNEW this was the best work I had ever produced. However, my confidence soon shriveled when he handed back the graded copy. In bold black print, the back of my paper read 89.5%. Bummer.

Brainstorming ways to improve my skills as a writer, I clicked my way over to my favorite blog. The more you read, the better you write, right? On the site, I found she had posted two blogs since I last checked. Immediately I was engulfed in her imagery. To say I was envious of her talent would be an understatement.

Between the disappointing grade, and reading the wonderful words of my favorite blogger, my inner critic refused to stay quiet, “Your work just isn’t measuring up, Brooke.”

I’m not fishing for compliments here; I’m simply being honest (like I promised to do). At the moment, my writing is a wreck, but practice makes perfect. So, here I am–letting my fingers skip across the keys as much as they please.

Tagged as: blogging, College papers, dissapointment, grades, Writer

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