A Brief History of Myself as a Writer, Part Two

       This is Part Two in a series of far too long posts. For background information, please view Part One first.

       I entered university as a very excited but extraordinary naive hospitality management student. My writing didn't improve much that first year, and instead, something rather unfortunate happened, something that completely changed the way I thought about myself as a writer. 

A Brief History of Myself as a Writer, Part One.

       My parents, bless their hearts, read to me every night from the moment I was born. Every night. At the time I had no recognition of the impact this  would have, but I now know that it, and my resultant love and obsession with reading, had an incredible influence on who I am today. Every detail of my life is directly related to reading, writing, and language as a whole. I get good grades because my parents read to me. I work as a tutor, and know the grammar rules, because my parents read to me. I am articulate and do well in interviews because my parents read to me. I am a writer because my parents read to me.

My style varies greatly, primarily based on topic. I adore blogging, and using a relaxed, informal tone, which is primarily what you’ll find in this exercise, but I also have great passion for formal writing, especially when it is a discussion or analysis of history. I’d like to explore my journey as a writer through a discussion of a few samples, and it is my hope that you have a chance to experience both of my writing voices as they are. Due to length, my ramblings and explorations will be split into a series of posts. The first part will focus on high school, while the second will address my years in university.