Tenth grade was my first negative experience with writing that has made me doubt my abilities as a writer to this day. I kept getting terrible grades on papers and combined with the negative feedback from my teacher made me feel hopeless. I wanted to write well but I felt as though I didn’t have the proper skills to get there.
I vividly remember my tenth grade teacher. Everyone loved her for her sarcastic personality and joke-telling abilities. I, however, knew her as the teacher who loved to pick favorites, and I was not one of the select few. I dreaded every assignment that came my way. I felt I was expected to know how to write a certain way that I was never taught. Every single paper that I was returned received a fifty or lower. The papers were normally all marked up with red ink and comments that made me feel poorly about my writing. I thought I was doing well but got shot down each time. It made me not even want to try to write because I was set up to fail. I definitely wasn’t writing to my full potential because I didn’t think I could get any higher of a grade.
The previous year, in ninth grade, my teacher quit within the first month of the school year. This left my class without a teacher, so we were given a long-term substitute who was dragged out of his retirement condo in Florida, I’m certain. We read some ridiculous story that was written in the eighteen-hundreds. It was the type of book that you might find fallen behind your bookcase all covered in dust. We answered some questions about it and that was that. After that sub finally left, we were given a real teacher. She was really nice and we read some interesting stories. However, there was no learning how to form a thesis. There was no learning how to construct an analytical essay. There was just poem writing. I felt very unprepared for what awaited me in the tenth grade. I didn’t have any basis of what I was doing and my tenth grade teacher was very unapproachable.
High school was a pivotal point in what shaped me as a writer today. My mom always tells me that I am a good writer and it’s just me doubting myself that’s standing in my way. I still can never find much motivation to write to my full potential because I feel that it will not be good enough. I can’t get past the feeling and my experiences will always be in the back of my mind.