Discovering “Creative Writing” Changed My Life.

Finally, something that makes my brain work.

Throughout February, 2019, I worked with my counselor to figure out my senior-year schedule. While most classes weren’t significant changes, there was one alteration I anticipated more than any, I picked a creative writing class. As a substitute for the general English classes offered to my grade level, the word creative intrigued me just enough to make the decision. I hoped this was the class that would let me create, something I’d been searching for since I entered high school. Fast forward to September, and it’s safe to say I’ve found my home in this curriculum. We started with poetry, moved to short stories, then script-writing. We took time during each of these to not only create, but study these forms while workshopping peer-reviews.

Writing of any sort has since grasped my attention span, strangled it, and only now am I learning to tame this beast. I find absolute joy in creating written content, not only for class, but for myself. I use this practice to analyze, contemplate, wonder, and escape. As a natural over-thinker, I find no better way of expression than to keep spilling ink on paper.

The difference came in the freedom this class gave me. In most English classes, the study of literature and grammar correctness, along with…