It all started in October of 2012 - my decision to be a writer. I was in the tenth grade of high school when I decided I'd like to write a story on my phone -- a story about my life. You see, I'm not the average person. I was diagnosed with a cancerous -- malignant-- brain tumor. About 7 centimeters in size; the size of a softball/grapefruit. My decision to be a writer came after I was torn down by others and told I could not be a singer. You see, I always had a dream of becoming a famous singer one day because I had an outstanding voice -- to tell the truth, I was better than Justin Bieber -- shh. But that all changed when I lost my hearing and was, well, diagnosed with a brain tumor.i still love to sing, I just don't sing often because I know I will be put down again, and the hate is too much for me to handle, so I sing when I am alone and by myself. In October of 2012, I decided to call my work "the Freak". At the time, the name seemed appropriate because in high school, I was obviously considered a freak since absolutely nobody wanted to associate with me.
Sometime in 2013, I read other books by very well- known authors and realized I was doing it completely wrong, so by that time, I decided to completely start over and try to write it like a normal author would. I named it something else, but I can't remember what I named it.
By 2015, I had graduated high school in the spring, and started college during the fall. I wrote about my cancer experience in my first big "Narrative Essay" assignment in English 030 class. I was always optimistic, but college was the start to a new life for me. Not only had I moved into a bigger and nicer house with my family, but I started college at one of the best places in the world -- St. Louis Community College. It was the spring semester in 2016 and, not only had I passed English 030, I had started to take another English class -- English 101. I wrote about my cancer experience again in our "Narrative Essay" paper. I failed that class because my writing skills were not as good as I thought they were, but I was determined to be the best writer I can possibly be, so I took another English 101 class. The writing class that I'm in now is not just an English class; I accidentally signed up for the Honors English Composition class. Oh well, I'm still up for the challenge.
