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Waltman
September 6, 2019
In Emily Vallowe’s literacy narrative, “Write or Wrong Identity” she explores herself and
her past in order to justify her personal identity as a writer. Vallowe begins by telling the reader
about her early years, and how teachers, in some words, dubbed her “the writer” (77). Vallowe
then goes on to explain that this is the start of her identity crisis in which she doesn’t know if
being a writer is truly what she's meant to be. Vallowe then jumps to her later years to explain
how she is now questioning who she is since as a child, she was always called the writer, so how
is she supposed to be anything, or anyone, else. She is scared that by always being a writer, she
missed out on other parts of herself. I understand this feeling of identity crisis that Vallowe has
and can relate through how I’ve always been told I’m an artist, and how I don’t know if that’s
Similarly to Vallowe, I’ve always been told I’m an amazing artist. Yet I don’t believe this
to be true. Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware that I’m a good artist and that I’m a very creative
person. I just don’t think being an artist is what I’m supposed to be in life. Vallowe emphasizes
that “teachers like to recognize kids for their strengths” and growing up, all teachers (especially
art teachers) have noted my artistic skills to me (77). This acknowledgment is what made me
want to create works and try to push out more art. So I started taking art classes throughout high
school and my work was okay; however, looking around at my peers' work, they were always so
much better than mine. All the other kids could seemingly just pop out these amazing
masterpieces while my art was mediocre and took forever to make compared to them. I even
remember during my junior year one girl, Michelle, who was hands down the best artist in the
school (I mean she won awards from the state for her art), telling me my art was ‘terrible’; and I
remember feeling so crushed that I was fighting back tears in the middle of class when she said
this. Normally things like this I could brush off, but Michelle had been one of my closest friends
since Kindergarten. How could one of my best friends be able to tell me to my face my art was
terrible if it weren’t true? After that semester of her sitting next to me and continually judging
my art, I dropped all of my art classes for the remainder of high school. This is when I really
started questioning if I was even good at art but it didn’t stop me from trying on my own time. I
just stopped showing my art to others. I was too embarrassed to own up to the works I made, and
even I at that point thought everything I made was not even worth my time anymore. It stayed
like this for a long time where I ignored the creative side of myself.
My parents did the same as my teachers and always praised my art. I made simple things
when I was young. Such as colorings, pastel drawings, and some paintings (just normal things a
creative kid would make). They would continuously tell me how amazing my creations were.
This caused me, at an early age, to do the same as Vallowe, as “[she] declared [herself] to be a
writer and … clung to this writer identity”(77). As I grew older the things I would make grew as
well. My favorite element to use is paint whether it’s watercolor, acrylic, or oil paintings.
However, I also draw a lot. I would draw anything and anywhere because I wanted to practice. I
wanted to be better than I thought I was. Even though I’m unsure of it; I’ve declared myself an
artist to the point it’s what I’m going to college for. I’m majoring in interior design, and I still
draw anything, but now it’s mainly buildings I think are pretty or floor plans of a building I’m in.
I still do this because I want to be better at drawing and to prepare for my career. But now I don’t
think this is what I’m meant to be. After my work being bashed so many times, I started
reflecting on myself and my skill level as an artist. I don’t think I’m a terrible artist, and now I
personally think some of the things I create are pretty well done. I just now believe I’m simply
good at being a problem solver and a creative person and that everyone else told me this skill
was art. Therefore I’ve always pushed that skillset onto myself wanting to be an artist when it
was just critical thinking and engineering that I’m good at. I’m not sure which one is right or if
This uncertainty of not knowing what I’m really good at feels to me as Vallowes conveys
her feelings of not knowing what makes her a good writer. When talking about her feelings of
not being a writer Vallowe says “if a writer was the only thing that [she] had ever been, what
would happen if writing was a lie”; and in my eyes, this is her expressing her fear of only ever
associating herself as a writer (79). I can relate to this fear of not knowing if I’m good at
anything other than being an artist since I’ve never tried to be anything else. I’m scared of what
might happen if I do find out that I’m better at other things. What if everything I’ve based my
life off of is a lie as well? I’m worried that I’m right and that this skill I have isn’t art and that
I’m wasting my life being so focused on becoming a designer. I even changed my major back
and forth several times titering between interior design or architectural engineer during my first
few weeks of college. I can’t get it out of my head that I’m bad at what I do and that I’m going to
fail. However, as Vallowe says “this questioning is not going to stop” and if being an artist is
what I’ve always been whos’ to say I have to be good at something else; and if it’s what I love to
do, then why should I need to be something else.(80) While it is scary thinking you could be
missing part of yourself you’ve never even known, you can’t hold back on what you know you
are or what others have known you to be. Therefore, I’m sticking with interior design and
hopefully one day after college I’ll reach my goal of being a movie set designer in Atlanta.
While in her narrative “Write or Wrong Identity” Vallowe expresses she is scared that
she isn’t good enough as a writer. I have also felt this way regarding my skills as an artist.
Vallowe also tells this narrative to express that doubt and fear have always followed her through
her life, however, the thought of failure can’t keep her from doing what she’s good at and what
she loves. I’ve gone through a similar journey in accepting my work as an artist, as I’ve
continually pushed myself to ignore the thought of not being good enough. If the thought of
failure is allowed to linger, no one would ever accomplish their goals due to the fear of not being
good enough and no one, including me, would ever find where they’re supposed to be in the
world.
Reflection
When deciding on which reading I wanted to write about I had a hard time choosing between
this one and Bragg’s “All Over but the Shoutin’”. As I read both stories I made my notes on how
I felt and related to them on the sided margins every time the reading conveyed emotion in me.
This is because I related to both of them on a personal level, with Vallowes I obviously related to
her identity crisis and a lot of her experiences. With Bragg’s, I related to him losing his father
and not knowing if he could forgive him. I feel like I relate to Bragg’s story to a tee and it would
have definitely been easier to write a response to his story. However, I didn’t want to just write
sad facts about my life for people to read because quite frankly who wants to read about that. I
choose to write about Vallowes story to tell my own story about my childhood and me coming
terms with myself and accepting what I love was truly a good story people would be able to read
and see my connection to Vallowe without feeling particularly bad for me and being engaged in
the essay.
Vallowe, Emily. “Write or Wrong Identity.” The Norton Feild Guide to Writing with Readings
and Handbook, 5 th ed., edited by Richard Bullock, Maureen Daly Goggin, and Francine