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Machiah Lee 4/6/2020 Literary Analysis Freewrite Pr. Tillinghast

When I was in preschool, I lived in Ohio at the time and was just getting settled in

because I previously moved from Washington where I was actually born and grew up

for most of my life and later to return before attending Western Oregon. It was raining

hard that day and the house was smelling like moist clothes and I just returned home

from school. I walked right in the door to my room and jumped on my bed to get on the

xbox. The second I hold down the start button on the controller my mom whos room

was right next to mine happened to walk past my room and stopped for 5 seconds and

without even turning said “I know you’re not on that game if you have homework” I

respond hysterically but also nervously “No i’m about to go get started on it right now”. I

turned off the game and headed to the living room where it was quiet and smelled like a

bunch of flowers smashed together and put into a can of laundry detergent because of

the candle in the kitchen and the carpet powder that was put on the ground after my

sister just finished vacuuming. I go to the table and get out my writing book. This week's

lesson is learning how to write sentences, So I got my pencil out too and started to

crack down on the homework. When I finished I asked my mom if she could come

check it for me and then after she had to sign her name on it so it shows the teacher

that your parents checked your work. She took one look at it and said “Do it all over

again” I looked at her like you would look at your mom if she would have told a story

about you when you got in trouble playing in the toilet while you were a baby to your

Machiah Lee 4/6/2020 Literary Analysis Freewrite Pr. Tillinghast high school crush while you right there standing next to her. So I looked at the paper

and I could automatically see what she was talking about. My handwriting looked like a

dog had a pencil in it’s mouth and just went crazy. I sat down and did it again. I showed

it to my mom and she told me again, “Go do it all over again.” i’d fix it up a little and go

right back to her. She’d look at it and then would say again “ Go do it all over again” I

did the process for about a good hour and halfway through that I was crying because by

the 30th time she’d start yelling at me. After she finally said it’s good she signed it and

as I processed to lay my tired, wrinkled, and crusty hands on the paper she looks at me

and says you’re going to write some more. Little did I know That hour would’ve been the

most fun I had of the day. I felt like I rewrote the bible 12 times. I was dead beat tired as

I finished. I asked my mom “why'd you make me write so much?” and at the time I was

so mad but I couldn't show I had attitude because I would’ve got a spaken and I was

trying to deal with that pain as well. My face was calm as I looked into her soul, She

smiled back at me and said “Machiah If you ever wanna be good in life you need to

have 3 things. One is Putting God first no matter what, Two is loving your loved one and

being there for them, And three you need to be able to do the little things great. Weather

that's being a good listener, or knowing to pick your knees up while you’re running, or

even writing. Having good handwriting could land you that job that you’ve always

Machiah Lee 4/6/2020 Literary Analysis Freewrite Pr. Tillinghast wanted or someone gets you noticed but with positives there's just as many negatives

so me training you how to learn how to write nice can go a long way for you be

successful in life” After that I always took my time writing because I felt like that showed

what your character is like and without those skills today I probably still have bad hand

today and starting of the process of writing with bad handwriting would hurt my growth.

What if i could read my own handwriting, how would I correct anything or know if i’m

spelling something right so that was my experience that impacted me even to this day.

Me adventally showing my mom my handwriting and her looking proud was a feeling i

could compare when Malcom X was talking about how he read the dictionary saying “I

woke up the next morning, thinking about those words- Immensely proud to realize that

not only had I written so much at one time, but I’d written words i’ve never knew were in

the world.” That same feeling he had was the same as mine, that feeling proud. I think

this was the key learning experience that I had growing up.