May 13th, 2010
I learned to write when I needed to. It was always something that helped me. Growing up I didn’t have a lot of friends. My life was pretty closed. My parents were your classic strong polish, over protective mom and dad. When I wrote I solve problems. I created situations. I made up another world. For me writing my outlet. It was my best friend. I found it so easy to think of interesting topics to write about. I just wrote about my day my life or what I wanted my life to be. It was great. When I wrote I was the hero, the most popular and the person with all the witty comebacks. When I was a senior in high school my dad refused to let me go to the prom. I was devastated. Especially since I had finally been asked out by a boy that I really liked. But their was no changing my dad’s mind. I spent that evening staring at my beautiful lavender prom dress and wrote the story of what I would have wanted my prom t be like. I was such a dreamer but I thought it was a pretty interesting topic to write about. When I grew up and became an english teacher I came up with the following list to help my students.