Writing is not a mere hobby you pick up when you're bored. It is a passion for artists across the world. A passion where you allow yourself to be free, and create worlds beyond the human imagination. You can preach in a poetic song, create beings that can be anyone's friend or enemy, and touch the hearts of millions no matter how different one is. Writing to me has been an expression that I have managed to harness properly. Once upon a time, when I was in 8th grade, I was nothing but a mere idiot writer, who sloppily smashed words together finding some kind of meaning. I wrote sentences that don't mean nothing, created non-existent worlds, and created characters of nothing. Yet In the end I was having joy, the joy that an award-winning nobel prize author must've felt when unknowingly writing their masterpiece. It didn't matter how poor I was when it came to crafting, a whimsy joy must be felt first in order to become a true writer. Once upon a time I took writing as a hobby, meant to try something new, and find other creative endeavors to create the world in my head. Once I had finished, when I proudly raised my sloppy work to the sun, and showed it around to my parents, they acted like it was the best classic they had seen, and my younger self was instantly filled with that encouragement. I was inspired to make more stories. Through my freshman and sophomore years, I happily created story after story, and happily planned to create more. As I grew I learned more techniques that enhanced my art, and created better stories that surpassed the previous ones. Yet it is still an art where imagination was a gift, and so as I grew I fell in love with the written worlds I created. And I always wanted to continue to expand the imagination of my art to the people around it. By the time I got to my junior year, I started to share my written world to the people around. My works are sometimes ignored by the people on my blog, and sometimes declined by the higher ups I chose to see my work. It’s a sign I may not be a good writer as I initially perceived, but on rare occasions when my work is accepted to be included into a novel or accepted into a website. It's a sign, keep writing to become a better writer. In my senior year, I took my first creative writing course, and since then I have learned how to write genres I haven't written, in new ways. I discovered strategies that helped me think in new forms, and experienced challenges that forced me to adapt my story. Yet in the end I found each experience a noteworthy lesson on improvement, and a saying to keep going. For college, is where my skills would be tested to the limit. My plan is that I would take the creative writing course for me to challenge, and for me to learn more about the written journey I set on. As I learn in college, I’d find ways for publication. Through readings to magazines publications to online web pages is where I shall grow my identity as a writer. I’d have a job too, to keep myself alive. But the most important thing is to keep my joy of writing alive. By the time I graduate, I will find a job in the industry as a writer, and nothing else.