So…finally breaking the ice here. In case you didn’t know, I happen to be a freshman in high school. When I first went live about my age, I was worried that people would judge me for being younger than expected. This thought continued to linger until it eventually just disappeared. Anyway, back to the topic.
I decided to make this post after springing back to reread Iva’s post, What My First Semester of Uni Taught Me About Writing. So now I’m here to share a similar experience, this time with high school!
You can basically write as much as you want.
It’s really up to you. If you take simple classes, do the bare minimum, and participate in no extracurricular or social life, you can write practically however much you feel like. It didn’t take me too long to realize that there’s so many possibilities in high schools to discover new interests. This year I’ve developed a joy for piano and badminton, two things I never thought I would get into. I’ve made so many great friends along the way. Keeping a little bit of a deeper distance between me and writing has only helped me to appreciate it more.
I’ve begun to look at the bigger picture.
Why are we in school in the first place? Well, it’s to learn about our interests and use our talents to plan and prepare for the future. You can ask this same question with basically anything you do. Why do I play guitar? That was a tough one to come up with an answer with. But an even more difficult one was writing.
Why do I write? That was a tough one for me. Sure, I can say it keeps me sane, I simply enjoy it, or it helps me relieve stress. The more I thought about it, though, the more confused I’d grow. What’s the point of me writing? To be famous? No. To burn time? Certainly not. After a bit of thinking, it finally dawned on me.
I write for the same reason I enjoy guitar, piano, and video editing: creating the best way for my feelings to come across to the reader/listener/viewer.
It’s not about what I get back from what I do. I’m not doing it to hear people tell me I’m good at it, or because I want another cool thing to add to my college application. Rather, I write because it allows me to take my strong opinions and turn them into words that express them in a way I could not within a casual conversation. After realizing why I do all the things I do, including writing, I’ve felt much more passionately about everything I do. School, hobbies, sports, time with friends and family—I am grateful high school has taught me to appreciate these more, and also harbor a better understanding of why I appreciate them in the first place.
Not many people care why you do what you love.
Soon after the end of second semester, we were given a choice to sign up for next year’s classes. I chose to do a second year of piano and was met with a lot of grief by my peers.
“Why would you do a second year if graduation only requires one?”
“Why don’t you do another academic class instead?”
They simply didn’t understand why I appreciate piano class enough to take it a second time around, just like they don’t understand why I write. Sure, they can say it’s cool or they want a copy of my book when it’s out, but they’ll never understand why I’d work on such a project.
That’s the beautiful thing, though. There’s nothing more exciting than loving something hardly anyone else loves. That only makes it more cherishable. High school has taught me not to care about what other people think, especially when it comes to the things you love the most.
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