Introduction # 1: Classification Essay

My writing used to be something very personal to me. It was a release and a way that I managed my life. I’ve kept a journal to mark my progress, to remind me should I forget the consequences of choice and to ease whatever troubled. Some periods of my life were filled with so many words and so much meaning that it was hard to contain the pages. They fill boxes in my closet. Some periods were quiet and filled more with thought than explanation or definition. Since I’ve started school, my writing has taken on three very distinct purposes. I write for school. I write lists and sometimes,though not very often I write for me.