Identification as a Writer

How I Write

My identity as a writer is that I like to be relaxed and calm when I write so that I am able to think. The way my writing is identified is that my writing is based on my feelings and how I express them during I write. For example, if I am annoyed or distracted, my writings won’t make sense. If I am angry or sad, my writing will have strong words and go off topic. If I am in a good mood then of course I will be able to think and write down my great ideas.

            The way my writing is identified is on base on my mood and my thoughts. When I’m writing my mood can change into something like a mood swing with the help of music. I can be angry at first and write big aggressive words then become calm so that I can write formally. My writing is unique and different than others because I my feelings are poured into it which makes my writing unique.

            The only time I write is when I feel like it and I have the motivation to write. I will refuse to write or express my thoughts if I’m not in the mood to write. The reason why I write is because I’m calm and listening to music which helps me thinks. When it comes down to writing, I need music and great inspiration from someone to be able to jot down my thoughts.

            The way I am identified as a writer is because I express my thoughts into it and actually enjoy writing if I am able to write what I want. For example, this piece of writing I am writing right now may have some good parts and negative parts because it’s based on if I feel like writing. My identity as a write is still a little confusing to me, too because I’m still now sure if I really understand I really write at times. My writing is always different and never really follows a similar pattern like other patterns. In the end, I just enjoy the way I write and how I am identified as a writer.

How My Life is Shaped

My Life

            I was given life by my mother on September 7, 1993, as the youngest child out of all my other five siblings in my family. I was determined by my parents to be the last child and the one who will not make the mistakes of my older siblings. Born into a family where everyone was older than me and being the youngest one, I was often treated as a child by my whole family. I didn’t care much because I was spoiled and got almost everything I wanted. Life was really different for me when I was a child until I grew and aged into a teenager.

            So many things had happened to me that had shaped my life so far. For example, my dad and I got into a car accident on my birthday when I was still in second grade then the horrible event of 9/11 four days later. Those two events in my young life shocked me and changed my view on life. Over a great deal of time, people began to forget 9/11 or stopped mourning for the lives lost on that day. Time flew by and new events in my life had occurred that also changed me.

            I grew up as a game freak then into a person who enjoyed sports like volleyball, football, basketball and tennis. My life was shaped with the help of my brothers, being the youngest I had looked up to them the most and acted like them at times. With their helped I had taken my own steps and personalities of who I really am. They had helped me find the real me and what I really want to be in my life.

            Certain events as a teenager had made me realize how big life was and what you should do to be able to go through hard times. Even the first day of high school was important because in that year I had taken life serious for once and haven’t stopped trying. It was the year when my oldest brother had went off and got married. It was a crazy night with arguing and fights about to break out. A fight was about to start between my brother and his wife’s brother because they brother did not want to go through the wedding. I can remember standing there not being able to do anything because I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. That event had triggered a part I have never seen before because I was so angry that night then I was going to hit anyone.

            Not too long after that night or about two months later my other brother had gather a family meeting about something important. For me, bad things always happen at night and terrible things during the day. My brother was going to tell us something that was life changing, he had told us that he wanted to quit college and join the marines. My mother had strongly disagreed and arguments were coming from everyone’s mouth. My two brothers try to stop this situation from getting out of hand but they soon had disagreements and were about to fight. My father had gone to hold back my brother who wanted to join the marines and I had to go hold down my older brother. My brother left the house and we were left to handle this all on our own. Every respected my brother because he was the smartest in the family and most athletic. Overtime we came to understand him.

            Every event in my life had played an important role into making me who I am. Everyone around me had shaped my life and created a path for me that I can walk alone. With the struggles and despair that had touched my life, I am still able to walk. I want to go on with life and go to college so one day I can become a pharmacist so that I can succeed in life. Everything happens for a reason and all our actions have consequences.