Writing papers was ALWAYS the worst obstacle to conquer for many years. If it was a major assignment that would make or break my grade, I needed all the help I could get. Even from the very beginning of a long process, I would hesitate to do anything. It was all overwhelming to handle. The word “meltdown” was not in my vocabulary at that time, but that sums up my studies. How could I deal with a paper and not be in such an emotional wreck?
I was the same way with homework. I needed a parent to guide me through all the problem-solving. Too much to handle. It felt like a multi-task project itself. Not just one…several. It gave me constant headaches. Parental guidance was required time and time again just to make it through the night.
Thankfully, my mom was there. She did help with research, conduct experiments, write out a proper report with no errors, and make sure it’s proofread. She put up with so much. There were times mom would just want to cave my nose in or deliver some morbid form of scream therapy in my face. This struggle went on from grade school to early college days. I started to show signs of confidence during my senior high school year.
The big English semester project was to read a non-American novel, watch the film adaptation, and write out a thorough review of both. I selected a rock story known as The Commitments. Read the story, took notes the entire read, compare the book to film adaptation, the whole nine yards. A week of hard work typing and editing, all by myself. There was no form of supervision from my parents. The result…big fat “A” in permanent ink on the report. Some weight has finally lifted off my shoulders.
Since the early days of college, I’ve finally been getting more confident in writing. Dramatic improvements from proper writing to sounding creative. I don’t know what made me switch from terribly anxious to straight-forward thinking and typing. An educational demon is losing control on me and I’m able to persevere. Like many, there will be the occasional writer’s block, but will face the music and ask somebody for his/her two cents…if that person is around.
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?I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.? Calvin & Hobbes
18 Jun 2010, 1:08 am
). I hate research papers more than I hate essays. I also had to write a research paper in 11th grade english as our junior theme, but our teacher guided us through it, and I made an A on it. 
