<p>No one ever taught me to write. I read a lot, and taught myself. They did teach me grammar, however, and from 5th - 8th grades I had three or four writing assignments a week, with occasional long papers starting in 6th grade. So I had lots of practice. And everything I wrote was pretty much flyspecked by my teachers.</p>
<p>Both my kids read a lot, too. The older one read The Diary Of Anne Frank when she was 10, and immediately started writing all the time, to teach herself to write. She got very fluid very fast, with the perverse result that her teachers stopped bothering to teach her anything, because she was always operating way above grade level. From 5th grade on, she really only had two teachers who made an effort to get her to improve – a very young woman on her way to graduate school, who taught her in 7th grade, and a retired teacher she had for one quarter in 10th grade. I was generally shocked at the low quality of the comments she would get on papers she happened to let me see – grammatical faults and misspellings not noted, logical gaps missed, stuff like that.</p>
<p>When she got to college, she had a lot of trouble adapting herself to more formal academic writing, and learning to take criticism. But writing is her meal ticket – she has a great job now, that she basically got by having the best writing sample among the qualified candidates.</p>
<p>Her brother was never a fluid writer; he always struggled a bit. They actually got roughly the same grades in high school from the same teachers, but for completely different reasons. My daughter would sometimes get graded harshly when her teachers (accurately) guessed she hadn’t given an assignment her full effort. “This kid can make me cry, and I’m not crying, so she must have blown this paper off.” Her brother would manage expectations carefully, always saving his best for last, producing the reaction “I am such a good teacher! Look at how much progress this kid has made since the beginning of the term.” When he got to college, he had a great relationship with his writing course TA – a Divinity student who had never really taught before, and had only rudimentary instruction in how to teach writing. No matter. He was a great writing teacher, and helped my son a lot.</p>
<p>Actually, my daughter’s best writing teacher in college was also a grad student, a woman who had gone to the same school she went to for 11 years back home, although they were seven years apart and had never known one another. They had a class together when my daughter was a first-year and the woman was a second-year PhD student, and they became friends. My daughter had terrible luck with faculty advisors, but this grad student was a helpful mentor throughout college, and she wound up as the “preceptor” for my daughter’s honors thesis three years later.</p>