<p>Hey...you guys helped me out so much on my last essay, I thought I'd ask for help again.</p>
<p>I wrote about the influence of music on my life in the last one. My mom thinks that it's bad to write about music when I am going to major in English and maybe Government. She thinks that by focusing too much on something I'm not majoring in it will look like I'm not a serious person, or that I am unsure of what I really want. (advice on this greatly appreciated)</p>
<p>Anyway, I wrote this essay...it has to do with my love of words and the English language. It needs to be shorter... Hope you'll help me out, thanks a lot!
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<p>We have free time the last five minutes of class. </p>
<p>I'm copying the final word from the blackboardmétierwhen my AP European History teacher walks over.</p>
<p>You dont have to copy those. They arent for class or anything, he says kindly.</p>
<p>I grin.</p>
<p>I know, I say. I just really liked those words. I was staring at them all period and I just had to have them.</p>
<p>He gives me a wary smile and what I hope to be a pleased look, then heads back to his desk.</p>
<p>Classmates are looking over at me. I shoot them a quizzical glance and turn back to my new vocabulary. </p>
<p>That was sophomore year. But my love of words goes much further back, into the beginnings of my childhood. As young as three years old, I would write apology notes to people instead of bringing myself to say the humble sorry out loud. I understood even then the power that words on paper could be thought out and expressed in a way speech couldnt.</p>
<p>To my delight, I found there were many more words to learn the older I got. Those words, I soon figured out, could be arranged in different ways to evoke different emotions. I saw how the word furious differed from the more vague upset. At one point in 3rd grade, I took it upon myself to compile a list of all the different ways one could say he/she said. I convinced myself it was for my writing needs, but I simply wanted to find as many words as I possibly could. My list went all the way from stated to vociferated. I still have that list. </p>
<p>I recognized the power words had over people, including authority figures. I vividly recall the day that my 4th grade English teacher called me to her during quiet reading time and pointed out, voice patronizing, that I had made up a word in one of my writing assignments. </p>
<p>But that is a word, I saidvociferated? to her. She laughed. I insisted. It is sidle is a word. You can look it up.</p>
<p>She sent me back to my seat. When the bell for recess rang, she summoned me again to her desk. A blush spread across her cheeks as she admitted that sidle was, indeed, a word.</p>
<p>I got a gold sticker on my paper for that!</p>
<p>As I got older, I only built on my inherent respect for the English language, and developed an even greater curiosity about controlling words to produce a desired effectto convey an underlying message.</p>
<p>I read incessantly throughout my childhood and still do, searching for new ways words can provoke, define, and push. I was entranced by the power of Luthers 95 Theses, Twains Huckleberry Finn, Adam Smiths Wealth of Nations. I saw how these geniuses and others used their words to create a discussion that lasted throughout history. </p>
<p>I fervently want to do the same. So I read, and I write. The dream of writing something worth repeating has kept me awake until all hours of the night. I've filled more journals than my dresser drawers can hold. I have hundreds of loose-leaf papers with my 2 AM poems scribbled on them. I've got shelves full of folders stuffed with writings I've saved from years and years of English classes. I continue to look for new words and I am constantly learning how to tweak words to express exactly what I mean. Its a process I never tire of. </p>
<p>And I have yet to find a better feeling than seeing a new word for the first timeand the thrill of imagining all the ways it will fit perfectly into my vocabulary for future use.</p>