When My Pen Starts to Write

I hated writing. I always had headaches especially when my mind would be troubled by many problems. If that happened, I had better put my writing materilas away.

During my English course, which is writing, I was forced to write because my English professor would get mad at me. There was one time when I refused to write down the activity my teacher had ordered. Professor Abbu, my English teacher screamed in protest as if she were a holing monster that would really devour me that moment. By then I was scared that she might fail me from the course. Without a second thought, I would follow whatever my English Professor commanded at me. I then started to write, drawing out my pen and a sheet of paper. Every meeting she discussed the different kinds of composition writings, and I was there sitting all by myself, seeing and listening pretentiously. I sat at the backside of the room, not minding my younger and childish classmates.

Actually, I took my English course five times. I got bored though but I did not have a choice. Here in my classroom, I again listened to my teacher so my mother would provide me allowance. yeah, allowance.