The Making Of An Essay

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Essay.

The damn word brings so many expletives to mind.

I don't know exactly why I feel this way, but can you blame me? In every English class, you are required to write at least three of them a year.

I should be a pro at them.

I'm not.

First, you learn with highlighters, and are told what goes where. Then, they bring in the thought maps and all the pre-writing stuff thinking that it will help. It doesn't. After that, they teach you with the hamburger template. I personally don't ever use any of these 'helpful tools' to write an essay unless I have to. I just sit down and write. If I don't feel passionate about the topic of the essay, I don't usually do well. When I was in junior high and we had to write personal narratives, I always got the highest scores, but as soon as they assigned expository writing, I failed. I hope someday I will enjoy writing essays, but as far as I can see, that's not gonna change.
                                                                                                                                          ~Donadagohvi

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