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Sometimes writing can be frustrating and difficult, but don't give up. Before you take a pen to paper the first thing that you have to do is remind yourself that you can achieve whatever you believe you can achieve. Believing is not simple, it takes effort and discipline and a desire to do so. The key here is to WANT it. You have to start by just writing. The polish comes later. Ideas are precious and fleeting, so put them down as they enter your mind, then go back later and organize and correct. So you think you are not good in grammar, syntax, etc.? Not a major problem. There are so many sites (like this one for example) where you have guidance to correct answers. You don't have to have all the answers in your head, just be good at finding them. Be willing to do a little web-surfing and you'll find everything you want to know. You don't have to like writing to be good at it. Practice makes you good at it. So what if you don't want to practice? Well, oftentimes we have to write, we don't always have a choice. So, when you must do it, take your time and make every effort to do it correctly. That mindset alone will make you a better writer and sometimes even a Good writer. Stop by the Depot http://www.askalia.com and we'll work it out together.

My family is the one thing that I constantly worry about these days. I am the eldest of three siblings. Growing up we went through a lot of things together, that most people wouldn't normally go through. My parents are alcoholics. We grew up seeing my parents fight verbally and physically. They separated when I was 12 yrs old. We stayed with my father for about 6months, gradually moving to my grandmothers, then to Phoenix , Arizona to stay with my mother and her boyfriend. My mother and her boyfriend always drank and always fought. I saw my mother get beaten more than my father ever had, or than what we actually saw. Her boyfriend was always trying to hit on me. During that time my mother was constantly accusing me of liking this jerk, so I guess that’s why he continued to harass me. I could have run away or just given up and moved with relatives, but I stuck it through and watched over my two sisters and my brother. Eventually we were able to get away and move into a housing project. I had never known of this area, I didn't know what kind of place I was living in until maybe 1 year living there. I never heard gunshots so close, or experienced gang violence. By this time my mother was always drinking. I was 14yrs old when I was always left in charge, woken in the middle of the night to hear my mothers bar stories. She would yell and make us feel like prisoners at home. She would leave weeks at a time. I started to work to keep money around when she left and I bought school clothes for me and my siblings. In the 9th grade I met an annoying immature guy named Alberto. The teacher I had at the time liked to pick on me personally. Mr. Munoz told Alberto “Sit behind the beautiful girl in the front row.” I automatically knew it was me, so that’s when our eyes met. I was in a terrible relationship still with a guy named Keith, who would always cheat on me and we argued constantly. After the childish games of hair pulling, kicking of my desk and pushing me aside when the bell rang, Alberto and I started to talk a lot more. We became boyfriend and girlfriend in May of 1998. This person has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never knew what it was like to be treated like a queen and to have unconditional love returned. My mother gave him the hardest time, she just wouldn't accept him. I know deep down she was jealous of my attention towards someone else. I was constantly imprisoned, Alberto ended up staying with his aunt in the same projects to be closer to me. His mother and sister moved to New Mexico by that time. Alberto agreed to take summer school just to be near me. We barely saw each other we wrote letters every day sometimes even twice a day, we had neighborhood kids deliver our letters for us. After 5 months together Alberto's mother requested that he was to move to New Mexico with her. This was the hardest thing to go through. We wrote letters and I didn't have a telephone so we couldn't call each other. About three months later Alberto was able to talk his mother into letting him stay with his father in Mesa , AZ. Which was an hour bus ride away from me. We were convinced we wanted to be together forever and didn't want to be torn apart. We planned my pregnancy, which now that I think about it if we hadn’t. I would have had to move with my mother, who wanted to move with her boyfriend who used to beat the crap out of her. I had to make the difficult decision of leaving my family to be with my boyfriend and our child. We got married at 17 in March of 2000. We are still together and going strong. We have our son Michael ,age 7, Anthony ,age 4 and our little surprise Audriana, age 3. The youngest was the only unexpected gift that we've received. As for my siblings, 4 months after I was married, we moved to my mother’s home in a northern AZ town to raise my siblings, so my mother could go to prison for DUI. Since last year in August 2007 my husband and I were finally able to live alone as a couple. We love it a lot. My eldest of two sisters, Cecilynn, is married to an immature prick and his over barring mother. She has two beautiful daughters. My youngest sister, Marsha, is finishing high school she's with my brother in law and has a son named Carlos. I love her to death but still makes me angry she's had everything given to her in life, I just hope she'll learn. Actually as much as she put me through, running away, probation, courts, juvie she has learned to respect me and my husband. My brother is in prison now. He is in a gang that, I had no idea of, he was introduced to when we lived in the housing projects. If I had known I would have whopped his ass, especially knowing what I later found out. He is an alcoholic and he uses street drugs. He has a beautiful son named Adam, who looks just like him. It hurts.. I write him as often as I can. I'm just tired of worrying about him. My mother and I are still talking. After months of refusing to deal with her drama, I was reunited by the aunt I love and respect. My mother is still trying to get over this jerk she's been involved with off and on all these years. I still to this day love and can't stand my mother sometimes. I left out a lot of drama over these years but I had to start from the very beginning. These days I 'm trying to focus on my husband and our babies. We are trying to continue our education and rebuild our dreams together. I want my kids to know that after all years of putting ourselves last, we can achieve so much together for our babies. I am very grateful to have this wonderful husband that has helped me over these years. So many others would of just walked away and never looked back. In conclusion I love my crazy, beautiful and dramatic family.

I am going to look up this definition in my dictionary,..okay, I have went toThe New American Webster handy college Dictionary third edition, pg. 491 par'a digm (par' 3-dim')n. 1.(Gram.)a list of the inflected forms of a word. 2.pattern,model. okay so now I know what paradigm means and can see from the sitemap all the sites that can help a person write anything you wnat to write. Wish I would have listened better to my English Instructor, last semester on writing a term paper. Oh well now I know and now i really do need the help, hope who ever reads this knows what i am writing about. Live and Learn, something along those lines, anyway, peace and love, laters.

First of all, i had to read about this writing without worrying about spelling and grammar. Now i think i can sit here and try to write about my thoughts on this whole deal of learning how to write without worying about my speeling and gramar. I really want to get a good grade in my classes this semester. My main goal is to graduate with a A>A> in Business. I've been just messing around not taking anything to serious but wanting to be in school. Now it's like a necessity to complete with good grades and in order to receive good grades you need to study. Something i do only before a class and end up with a B, could you imagine if I were to really study? Anyway this is what I am talking about because these are my thoughts about my classes this fall. I really want to buckle down and study, study, study, no more messing around. I hope this is freewriting, cause it seems to be the closest thing i can get to writing without worrying about my grammar and spelling.

I need to a friend for editing my letters and what i write here in this blog. who can help me? best

i will introduce about myself . I am a girl , 22 years olds but if somebody could see me , i warrentied that you will say that" you just 16 years old ' . I never surprise about it because i am Asian girl , almost Asian woman or girls always young ^_^ . I hope that after joing this site my writing skill will better than before because i really hate English when i was high school .

So, I was watching Headline Prime when I heard Joe Pags say they are trying to ban the 'B' word. Not that I don't think the word is demeaning but come on. I commend them on banning the word Nig**er; there is blood behind that word, and it should not be used. I understand where Councilwoman Darlene Mealy is coming from when she makes the link between the 'B' word and domestic violence, but is it really that serious? When I was in high school, before I studied black history, I used the 'N' word. It wasn't until I started paying attention to the way my friends and people around the neighborhood were using the word that I decided not to use the word. The 'N' word didn't evoke any emotions in me, but it did if it was a white person trying to get under my skin. While I was looking through a book one day I came across a picture of a bunch of white men standing around the body of a lynched corpse. The scene of that book played out in my mind and I know as these savages were hanging an innocent man for standing up for his rights, they were freely say, "Die nig**er die". If the NYC lawmakers or any other lawmakers want to make a change they have to start in the schools (that is only one factor that plays an issue). These same lawmakers looking to ban demeaning words should incorporate sensitive issues into the school curriculum, including issues on race. These lawmakers must assess how people use these words, what kind of changes should be made, and how they can go about making these changes before they just start banning them; did what happen during prohibition mean nothing? I say if they want to ban anything they should ban the NYPD from shooting innocent people just because their black.

i have to start thinking up of some neat stuff for my students and other interested parties. first i may need to describe myself, right?