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The first time i've written for a long time

November 1, 2008
By Rachell Li SILVER, Sydney, Other
Rachell Li SILVER, Sydney, Other
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As soon as you write something down, it is yours forever. And, if you wanted to, you could show someone else, so they could keep it too. But really, it is yours forever. If anyone ever wants to take it away from you, all you need to do is remember and to remind them that, it is yours forever.

When I was younger, around ten, when I still believed that there was a chance of doing what I wanted whenever I wanted for an entire lifetime, I wanted to be an author. It seemed liberating in a strange way, like somehow one person could tell another a wonderful story that was inspiring, humorous and sorrow stricken but not know. How could you affect someone that much and not know?

So, I wrote my own stories. They were short and they were terrible. I never showed them to anyone because I was not proud of them. I thought they were terrible. But, I loved writing them all the same. I didn’t know too many words and the ones that I did know were spelt incorrectly. I was and will always be a terrible speller. So I wrote my short fault ridden books and told no one. All I told them was that I wanted to be an author. The only story I ever wrote and shared was about a dog I did not know, did not care about and did not invent. His name was Fly and I thought he was good enough because I had seen him on TV. I didn’t even change his name.

Six years later and I share my stories. They are ones about boys with eating disorders, girls who follow strangers and kids that know more than their parents. Excuse me, but I have a mould to break. Sometimes my teacher says, ‘Rachell, this is really not what we are looking for, are you sure you understood the question?’ I shake my head but I actually did. So she smiles and is willing give me another chance. I take that chance but I hand in a piece of paper next time. There is nothing of me on it.

Oscar Wilde is my favourite writer and I have all his books, all his poems and all his plays. I haven’t read all of them and I think I really need to. But I still don’t, because I am scared I will not like him as much after. I have read ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ though. I made it out to be better than it actually was because I saw a review in the paper and it got four stars. However, there is one thing I remember about that story, and it is when the painter, Basil felt that he could not sell his painting, nor could he let it hang in a gallery, because he felt that he had simply put too much of himself in it.

It wasn’t self-consciousness. If that were the problem, he would not paint as well as he does. Painters are brave because they know that anyone can paint and yet they do it. This is how I see writers. Anyone can write. They impress no one, maybe except themselves. Yet they do it. As a ten year old, I did not feel the need to impress anyone, so I wrote for myself. I could not show anyone my stories because I knew that they were small pieces of me. The stories were about boys named Jack who played football and sheep who lost their mothers. My name is not Jack, I have never enjoyed playing or watching football and I am certainly not a sheep. Yet, they were me.

Rejection wasn’t an issue. I was too young to know that people are always polite and too old to think that I was always right. I was reluctant to share because I only had so much in me, I couldn’t afford to lose it to anyone, not even my mother or father, or anyone who would not understand.

Now I write for numbers. Hopefully numbers that will ensure an A. If the numbers are not as high as I would like them to be, which they often are, my spirit does not suffer, I am just disappointed. I do not feel sick because of the pointlessness of the exercise. I am sick because I am failing English.

Of course I do not want to fail so I write as many words as they ask me and I hand them in with no problems. In the very beginning I had some reservations, but now it comes easily, naturally, on a weekly basis. On the piece of paper is not something I wrote with my hands, it is constructed with a ticking machine, by a machine.

For school I wrote a story about how I felt and my teacher gave a worksheet on structure. She said that structure was important and that there needs to be certain sequences, descriptions and lots of showing-not-telling. I knew all of this because I listen in class so I will not fail English. But I was weary. I never thought life had anything to do with a set sequence, I never felt the need to tell someone about the sunsets and the dirt roads because I thought that surely they knew. Had they not opened their eyes on a new morning and had they never walked a trodden path? I had no intention of showing them anything because they would never understand, understand that I have something to say and they are going to ignore it. I had no faith in anyone else and I am tired and selfish.

In short, I was a terrible writer. But, I wrote for myself. The stories were real and the words were me. It amazed me whenever I looked down the page and I understood what they meant and I hoped so dearly that others would too. But, I learnt that they did not want to understand, they wanted requirements met and a showcase of several different sentence structures. They wanted flair and sophistication. I just wanted people to understand that I am tired, but I am true.

Someone I admire went through art school and said that he had lost all desire to create any art. When I write a story, I do it because I am instructed and because I am not all that bad after all if I just follow orders. This year, I wrote a story about a ‘making choices’ and I was sure to include a character description, vivid imagery and to use words that not even I understood. I got an A and the teacher was glad I was making an effort.

I write because I have to and no more. This scares me. My own words are no longer part of me. We do not talk. We never fight. And I feel we understand each other less and less. They are not mine; they are my English teacher’s.

But I am old enough to know that I do not want to abandon this because it would mean abandoning not just a little sliver, but a whole slice of myself. I cannot afford to lose so much after everything else because there will be nothing left and one day I will wake up and feel as if I am only doing things because I have to. I will never be uncomfortable, because no one will ever see me and I am just another girl who succeeds but without a mind and without any intention otherwise. I never wanted that.

Oh. By the way, today it rained and the soft, soothing drops of sky are once again beginning to fall. I know this because though my heavy velvet curtains are drawn, I can hear the familiar echoes of water sliding down the foggy windowpane in no particular hurry. I cannot see them, but I can imagine the trails that the leave, like the trails of the buzzing insects in the trees. If I stop long enough and breathe in slowly, I can sense the rich aroma of the worms doing their job and turning earth. I have always had a keen sense of hearing and smell. My hair is an unforgiving melancholy brown.

The author's comments:
I really do love my English teachers, i do. I just wish i understood that school and life are different. But don't worry, she has told me that now. She told everyone.

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on Dec. 4 2010 at 6:18 pm
maybenever BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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This is absolutely brilliant. When I read the title and started the first paragraph, I thought that this would be just another badly-written story about how great you are at writing, but the more I read the more I realized this is far more than that. I completely agree with you. Your writing isn't "conventional", your structure isn't perfect, your grammar is a bit off, but the words overflow with depth all the same. I can tell that you truly mean what you are writing.

 

Additionally, I do not know if anyone has mentioned this yet, but I love the irony of the last paragraph. It is the type of writing that teachers want, and the type that most readers are able to relate to, and yet it is far more detached than the "incorrect" writing of the rest of the piece. I have favorited this. So inspiring.


on Dec. 3 2010 at 10:59 pm
dreams_end PLATINUM, Ogden, Utah
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This was phenomenal.  I plan on becoming an English teacher because I feel the same way you do, and I want to change it.  Writing is something that comes from your heart, not from meaningless prompts, structures, and requirements.  I hope you do follow your dream of becoming an author so you can show the world what good writing really is.  Again, awesome job, and I hope to see many more great things from you!

on Dec. 3 2010 at 5:57 pm

I really liked this piece of writing. I, too, feel like my writing is not good. I don't show anyone but my teacher because she likes to correct things. Maybe someday I will improve well enough to be an author. That is also my dream. I have no other wish.

 

Great Job, and keep writing. The mind is a wonderful place full of astonishing ideas waiting to be wrote down.


LunaLives GOLD said...
on Dec. 3 2010 at 3:28 pm
LunaLives GOLD, South Bend, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
Because I can!-Me "Life is a choice and death is a decision"-Lil Wayne

That was really good. I now how you feel. I love to write also. For some reason I prefer not to show any one exept here. Keep writing what you want to write, no matter what any one says. And if you have time would you look at, comment, and read some of my work?

on Dec. 3 2010 at 12:03 pm
Tayrodactyl PLATINUM, Palmyra, Indiana
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I understand what you mean, and I quit honors english for this very reason. I love to write, and it's the only thing I have really. What makes me sad is when a teacher tells you that you need to change the way you write because of the requirements needed to pass. So I completly understand what you were saying. this was a great piece of work, no matter what don't stop writting.

/sljdfisd said...
on Dec. 3 2010 at 10:17 am
Good job!!!!!!!

on Nov. 30 2010 at 8:33 pm
cmCampbell SILVER, Cedar Grove, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Every minute you spend angry is 60 seconds you lose of happiness!"

I loved it! phenominal, awesome, AND all that  jazz!

ChristinaK said...
on Nov. 29 2010 at 7:37 am
ChristinaK, Holly, Michigan
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This is amazing. Very from the heart.

ShiGui said...
on Nov. 11 2010 at 9:14 pm
After reading this article, I could really relate to Rachell. Sometimes I imagine or picture stories in my mind, but it's hard for me to put it down on paper because im not a really a good writer.

on Nov. 11 2010 at 10:37 am
Girl-With-Fire BRONZE, Defuniak Springs, Florida
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That's a great idea. I think I will send this to my English teacher as well. =)

on Nov. 11 2010 at 8:34 am
thebushhippie PLATINUM, Sandown, New Hampshire
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Favorite Quote:
Leave behind your own footprints! :0)

I loved this. It's so heartfelt. Keep on writing!

GoForGold said...
on Nov. 11 2010 at 5:32 am

I know how you feel.  I am in Honors English at my school, and it has become a daily struggle to write what they want for them, and then come home and start sentences with 'And' and 'but' because I know how to write this way.

I will probably quit Honors next year, just so I can write the way I want to without being told not to use dashes(-) in my writing, anf to organize better.


on Nov. 10 2010 at 9:45 pm
writingrocks GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"You have to learn to love yourself before you learn to love others."

Everything that you say I mostly agree with. I love how you want to express the passion behind writing. Its my only value that I can love. Great job, overall.

on Nov. 5 2010 at 8:30 pm
Wolf_Warriorz SILVER, Belgrade, Montana
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Everyone seems to keep saying "it's a little scattered" or "with a little editing..." but I think it's perfect the way it is, simply because the whole concept of the piece is that it IS you. It isn't what other people want it to be. This really stuck. FIVE STARS :)

Codebananas said...
on Oct. 13 2010 at 2:07 pm
Very well keep  up on your dream!

Ralph said...
on Oct. 13 2010 at 11:13 am
If you keep on writing like that you will be an author.  I liked how you said that "when ever you write something down it will stay with you forever."

BYU2626 said...
on Oct. 13 2010 at 10:58 am
This is a very interesting article. I my self, enjoy writing and think that when you put yourself in your writing, that it is more enjoyable. Good Job!

on Oct. 13 2010 at 10:52 am
Wow great word choice it made the story stand out and if you really do love it you should do it even if your not good at it.

on Oct. 13 2010 at 10:48 am
Wow great amazing word choice made the story more amusing!

Mr M said...
on Oct. 13 2010 at 10:18 am
Thats a very true statement that all your writing is your own and I think it was good to include it. Weather you're good or not always stick with what you love which is writing for you.