Jessica+Diaz+Castro

I learned how to write in the second grade. I hate writing. Well, I don't //hate// it, I like writing my mom emails and //occasionally// writing for pleasure; however, I am asked to write ten essays every week over books that I did not even enjoy reading, it makes me hate it. I hate writing when it's a requirement just as much as I hate when I //have// to read a book I don't want to read. Seriously, writing a literature analysis on books that were written centuries ago makes me hate writing as much as I hate spiders. First of all, English is not even my first language, so most of the time I never actually understand what the heck those books say. If I cannot understand what those books say, how in the world am I supposed to write an essay about them? The only time when I actually was happy I wrote an academic piece was last year in Mr. Spence's Honors English class. He told the whole class that my Frankenstein essay had been one of the best ones. That made me think I had a chance as a writer, and then I took "The Novel" class last trimester which made me realize that was not the case. I believe the reason why I'm not a "good" writer is because I wasn't born to be one. I am logically smart, not creatively smart. When I try to be funny, the only thing I hear are crickets. My short stories usually are really lame. But put a math book or a science book in front of me, and you will get straight up gold. As a writer, I believe I have a long way to go. I hope someday I become a decent writer and I actually find some enjoyment in writing literature analysis and other academic pieces but until that day comes, I will stick to writing my mom emails and eventually putting something down on a journal.

Mamita Who  By Jessica Diaz Mamita who loves her niñita and asks how have you been? who is like a cute gatita who is charming like a violiN whose pastries are heavenly is worried about me who tell me with love I miss you daily who tells me with care come back to me whose eyes are teal green who used to have coffee ready after school is busy educating teens doesn't like to be played like a fool is our family's fuel who is just like a jewel is the one who makes the rules who loves green markers is standing by her coffee maker asking when her niñita will be back who stayed to finish school.