I was in 2nd year high school when I realized I want to be a writer. I was a geek and a conscientious student but more than any other subject it was our English classes I looked forward to. I immersed myself in the beautiful world of literature and weaved stories of my own that I wrote in my journal. I loved that my classmates and friends loved (or so they said) the stuff I wrote. (Maybe sometime I can share some of them to you guys. -Ü) I was rewarded by getting high grades and was even recognized as the Best in English among my graduating class. I continued that streak when I studied in college; I loved all our subjects but my favorites would have to be English Proficiency Instruction, Intensive English and Critical Writing. I got high grades in these classes and was also praised by my professors for the writings, reviews and what-have-you’s I presented to them. I still have those, compiled and tucked as some of my prized memories from school.
I may have some lapses when it comes to grammar so I make sure I reread my drafts before I publish them. Once published and there is something that does not sound right when read aloud I edit it immediately. You can say that I am my best and worst critic.
What is the point of this? I don’t know. Maybe because someone said something not so good about my blog? I don’t exactly know this specific someone and the information was just relayed to me by a friend who got told of this by this someone. I pour my heart out when I am writing my posts and this blog is an extension of myself so it was like a blow to my personality as well.
I don’t even know why I am affected when a universal cliché already exists that “we cannot please everybody.” Maybe it’s the PMS talking. And yes, I also got the red proofreader marks in some of my projects for school, and it’s fairly easy for me to brush off criticism and use it to improve myself but this is the first time someone said a criticism on my work in that way. Maybe it’s not so much as what was said as to how it was said? I guess I just need to feel sad for a while. I am sure I will be bouncing back in no time. Meet you tomorrow when I am back to my pink positive self!
*Photo stealthily taken by Ruther on 12 February 2009 in Tagaytay. While they enjoyed the scenery, I laid a mat on the grass and scribbled on my journal.
*This is my 22nd of 30 posts for the 30-Day Blog Challenge.
Comments
and yes i did also enjoy english in school more than math hehe.
thanks and feel better.
keep writing...:D
honestly i envy you because you express yourself in English very well. i love wrting blogs too but i don't have the guts to do it because i'm not really good when it comes to grammar.
just think of those negative comments as a challege to bring out the best from krissy. (:
...mich (:
That line has helped me a lot when I wasn't getting what I wanted and got even more negative vibes. I hope it does the same to you :)
Cheer up and smile! :)
T.
And keep on writing. :)