Evan Bridges
Freshman year was really just a blur. I don’t even really remember it that well but I know forusre I had a lot of fun at school and at things related to school. Baseball and soccer games and were what I liked the most. I had fun and was all about having fun. I was young and naive, I didn’t really write then at all. If I ever did write then, then it was just to be silly or writing a rap or something just messing around. I had good grades freshman year, ended with a 3.71 or close I think. Writing wasn’t a part of my life at all at that point. I wasn’t worried really worried about it and I never knew I was any good at it. Running was all I stressed about, and I was just a freshman so worries were scarce. Life was good and easy.
Sophomore year was just a mess. A lot about myself changed sophomore year. Grades started slipping, had an older girlfriend and all that was just a worse mess. This was the year I found out I like to write a little bit though. I found out mostly that I had a little talent for it and I know how to put words together and make them sound like they fit, it’s like a puzzle to me in my mind. I wrote about my feelings really. I like to write things and let girls read them, get some brownie points, trying to be a cute little poet and what not. I was a fool forsure.
Junior year I gained some wisdom. Very much so became my own person and started creating my own beliefs and ideas. I was a mess really, just a happy going guy with rarely a foul word to say. My writing really took birth this year. I took it seriously and put as much effort into as I could which was rare because I’ve never done that very often. I was good at writing, I wrote about girls of the past and pains of heart breaks of the past. I can put my feelings into words so perfectly sometimes in my own language. My writing at this point is where the poetic side took off. My metaphorical and rhyming skills took off, I found out I could really write. It was something that I was legit at and it’s something that I can pursue and for sure do forever. I fell in love with writing this year, I fell in love with the way it makes me feel.
When I write a perfect line, followed by another and another to end the stanza, it’s a perfect feeling. The most accomplished feelings I have ever experienced have came while writing.
Senior year my writing did nothing but improve. My confidence grew and it has become art in my mind. I take it seriously and write from my heart, I write about my life and the struggles I go through. It helps to write but I don’t as of right now feel its sufficient enough to be my only outlet. It makes me feel good to get out what I have to say, but the dilemmas are still at hand whether I write them down or not. The swipe of my pen or the prancing of my fingers along these keys will not change the anger I hold in my heart, or the person I have become. All writing can do is express it. It is my favorite way to express myself and I seem to be on a never ending goal with that being the only apparent objective. If you read my writing over the years, and then watched a video of me over the years, it would be easy to see the connections and see how I grew as a human being, not just a student or a writer.
Now I’m at the end and about to graduate. I cannot stand to be in this fortress any longer, it is draining the life of me as I type. In college I plan to read a lot more than I ever have. I feel like I need to educate myself with poetry and read a whole lot more than I have to ever be the best writer I can. Reading about everything under the sun, just to listen to someone else express themselves, the same thing I am just trying to do.
