How I Started To Love Writing

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Let me share to you how I started to love writing. Ever since grade school, English has always been my favorite subject. I believe my mother influenced me to love it because as far as I can remember (well, based on my mom’s story), even before I started going to school, she made me read books already. She always makes sure that all that I have written are in perfect grammar, she corrects me if I pronounced words incorrectly, and she always sees to it that I can converse well in English.

But in all honesty, I did not love writing right away. We had this daily required journal or diary in grade school. I dreaded it so much that I repeat the same entry every single day: “Dear Diary, I woke up at 5:30 AM today. I took a bath then I wore my clothes. After that, I ate my breakfast and then brush my teeth…..and so on.” Basically a morning routine that I believe my teacher was so sick of reading, she can close her eyes while putting check marks on it. Hahaha, I wonder if she can still remember me.

Anyway, so how did I love writing? It started in high school – the teenage years. You know, the “teenage emotions” which fuel every decision you make in life – the choices that would make you who you are today. I started to keep a personal diary where I jot down entries of how my day went, my secrets, funny things that happened in school, frustrations, basically anything. Unbeknownst to me, my daily diary helped me to practice my writing skills (and improve it) which also made my grades in English pretty high.

The fuel that started the fire. I did not make a big deal out of writing until my 2nd year High School English teacher, Ms. Selfa Aventura, personally called my attention. (I do not know if she knows how grateful I am to her or if she still remembers me.) She did a one on one with me and told me, “I have read your essays in our exams. You are a really good writer. If you want to improve more or to write more, I encourage you to join the school paper.”

An introvert as I am, I did not know how to take compliments the way it should be taken. I only responded with, “Thank you.” with a shy face and walked out. But there were butterflies in my stomach, I cannot help but feel giddy about her statement and thought, maybe I should join the school paper.

In the following days, Ms. Selfa kept on following up on me if I have already joined the school paper. And as always a scaredy-cat as I am, I did not join. I just made contributions but I never joined the staff until 4th year high school. Imagine how I waited in fear for 2 years – that’s how scared I was. Thanks to my writer friends (Icey, Joy, and Romeo) who influenced me to finally join. It’s never too late, they said. Right there and then, I joined seminars about journalism and experienced how difficult it was to become a school paper staff – let alone being appointed as an Associate Editor without prior knowledge on how everything functions as it should. But, it all paid off anyway when you see the school paper being distributed and read by students throughout the campus.

Fast forward to this day, I still love writing. I sometimes fail to make time but my love for it never fades. This is why I am so thankful for platforms such as blogging that could help writer wannabes such as I can have an avenue to share our overflowing thoughts and ideas to anyone who is interested to read it.

How about you? Who or what was the fuel that started fire for your passion? Let’s share.

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2 thoughts on “How I Started To Love Writing

  1. Ah, I remember that daily journal homework in grade school! Haha and I only got motivated to write because of those cute composition notebooks and scented pens.

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    1. So true! One cannot force a kid to write the stuff he or she did for the whole day. We were supposed to be playing. Nevertheless, who knows somebody might have gotten successful because of that daily homework. I mean look at us, we’re writing even if no one asked us to haha!

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