Final Reflection Piece

Author's Note: This is a reflection on my two years of middle school English class.

Over the past two years, in English at Asa, I have become a much better writer. When I came in I was writing only what was on the surface, if that. It has been a fun two years, full of academic growth, and finding myself as a writer, and a reader. The point of these middle school classes, is to grow, and find who you are, and the style in which you work.

I've found the times when I read and write my best, and when how I can put myself into a good place for writing. I've found who I am, and what I write like. I now know what I am capable of, as well as my limits. I now have an idea of where to push myself, and where I can't. I've developed a personality. It is now my voice, not just another paper written by another student.

Now that I'm me, I know where I stand on certain issues, and through my writing I understand that I can make myself heard. Now I don't just write simply because I'm told to, but I use it as a time of catharsis. In my writing, I'm not a kid. I'm a writer.

Because I'm a writer, I am viewed evenly with everybody else. It is refreshing. Now its even easier to write because I am writing about something I can relate to. Not Animal Farm, about a revolution in a country that I have never visited. I can finally write about whatever, and explain it clearly.