lOMoARcPSD|516 483 32
C455 Task 1 - Passed
English Composition I
(Western Governors University)
, lOMoA RcP S D|516 483 32
A Passion Discovered
I used to joke, “I graduated high school with the literacy of a 3rd grader.” Sounds
bad, I know, but the worst part is that I honestly felt I was speaking the truth in some
ways. Literature was something I could never quite gain a grasp on. I did not have the
attention span to read, and it seemed my teachers didn’t care if I had made the bare
minimum to pass. I cannot say I really tried; my biggest problem was being a big
daydreamer, and I liked spending time in my head more than school. My focus would
easily derail, and then I would be miles away, lost somewhere in my own mind, all
because something very minute would spark my interest, creating a whole scenario to
play all in my head. I never thought that literature and I would ever get along.
However, I found something that used my daydreaming problem as a strength that
changed everything for me. It’s called roleplaying, not the physical kind but the written
word. As time passed and my world expanded to the digital platform, I started writing
with various
people. Roleplaying with others was an important experience for me because it allowed
me to discover that I had a passion for writing and a strive for improvement.
My passion for writing started in high school; my friends and I would create our
characters, take out a notebook, and have the characters interact on this grand
adventure. We’d write it all in a notebook designated just for the story, passing the
notebook during or in between classes. It was only a few sentences, hardly a
paragraph between the two of us, but the world was building in my head. Eventually,
while waiting for my roleplay partners to return with their response, I got the itch, a
writing itch that needed to be scratched.
C455 Task 1 - Passed
English Composition I
(Western Governors University)
, lOMoA RcP S D|516 483 32
A Passion Discovered
I used to joke, “I graduated high school with the literacy of a 3rd grader.” Sounds
bad, I know, but the worst part is that I honestly felt I was speaking the truth in some
ways. Literature was something I could never quite gain a grasp on. I did not have the
attention span to read, and it seemed my teachers didn’t care if I had made the bare
minimum to pass. I cannot say I really tried; my biggest problem was being a big
daydreamer, and I liked spending time in my head more than school. My focus would
easily derail, and then I would be miles away, lost somewhere in my own mind, all
because something very minute would spark my interest, creating a whole scenario to
play all in my head. I never thought that literature and I would ever get along.
However, I found something that used my daydreaming problem as a strength that
changed everything for me. It’s called roleplaying, not the physical kind but the written
word. As time passed and my world expanded to the digital platform, I started writing
with various
people. Roleplaying with others was an important experience for me because it allowed
me to discover that I had a passion for writing and a strive for improvement.
My passion for writing started in high school; my friends and I would create our
characters, take out a notebook, and have the characters interact on this grand
adventure. We’d write it all in a notebook designated just for the story, passing the
notebook during or in between classes. It was only a few sentences, hardly a
paragraph between the two of us, but the world was building in my head. Eventually,
while waiting for my roleplay partners to return with their response, I got the itch, a
writing itch that needed to be scratched.
