A writer's life for me

when I was little I never liked writing. It was a very painful experience. The fact that those large red pencils hurt my hand if I wrote too long didn't help matters much. My handwriting was bad, and I couldn't read anyone else's. But my printing was worse, and hasn't improved at all over the years. In middle school I discovered that I could use a computer to do assignments. That was the only thing worth going to middle school for. In high school, my typing speed improved and I learned how to use more than two fingers while typing. Then my English teachers occasionaly gave me high marks on assignments. At first I just thought that it was a fluke, but then in grade eleven my teacher said that he actually liked my writing. And to my surprise I was enjoying it too. Thats when I found out that writing essays can be fun, short stories can be AWESOME and you just have to bullshit your way through the poetry explication. (Incidentally my poetry explication mark was very very high) Since then I've taken a course on writing, become an award winning writer, (I have a certificate to prove it) and routinely been chewed out by my math teacher for "wanting to major in philosophy"