Following the Tracks: My Journey from Thought to Paper
“I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something -- like, say, organization ...” – Richelle Mead
If anyone were to walk into my room, on the fourth floor of Creswell or back on my home street of Rosebrook Crossing in Atlanta, they would find a large, dirty, and unorganized mess. My room has been this way since I was old enough to have control over the domain of my room, and despite many protest and attempts by my parents to change this there has been no evidence of this actually occurring. The conclusion that my loved ones, or anyone that really knows me, and I have made is that I am inherently a functionally unorganized person. Despite …show more content…
In all three essays that I have turned in this year, the thesis was drastically altered after the second draft was turned in. The routine started with the first paper I turned in for English 1102. The essay was analyzing the poem “Metaphors” by Sylvia Plath. The most important changes in direction of the essay came after the final draft was turned in, and while revising for my portfolio. As I was reading through it, a detail hit me that I had completely missed the first time writing it. The epiphany hit me in a line I had initially overlooked. This epiphany will be explained more later in the portfolio, but I knew I had work it in to my paper. In the past, I probably would have just written a new paragraph about it not worrying about the flow or organization. On this occasion, I completely altered my thesis to include the new idea, wrote two new small paragraphs, and edited the rest of the paper to make it flow with the new idea. My further development as a writer this semester could have also helped with this epiphany, but most of this came from me adapting and learning how to deal with unorganized nature. This time the train was supposed to go to Macon, but instead found itself in Atlanta after making a two month stop in
“I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something -- like, say, organization ...” – Richelle Mead
If anyone were to walk into my room, on the fourth floor of Creswell or back on my home street of Rosebrook Crossing in Atlanta, they would find a large, dirty, and unorganized mess. My room has been this way since I was old enough to have control over the domain of my room, and despite many protest and attempts by my parents to change this there has been no evidence of this actually occurring. The conclusion that my loved ones, or anyone that really knows me, and I have made is that I am inherently a functionally unorganized person. Despite …show more content…
In all three essays that I have turned in this year, the thesis was drastically altered after the second draft was turned in. The routine started with the first paper I turned in for English 1102. The essay was analyzing the poem “Metaphors” by Sylvia Plath. The most important changes in direction of the essay came after the final draft was turned in, and while revising for my portfolio. As I was reading through it, a detail hit me that I had completely missed the first time writing it. The epiphany hit me in a line I had initially overlooked. This epiphany will be explained more later in the portfolio, but I knew I had work it in to my paper. In the past, I probably would have just written a new paragraph about it not worrying about the flow or organization. On this occasion, I completely altered my thesis to include the new idea, wrote two new small paragraphs, and edited the rest of the paper to make it flow with the new idea. My further development as a writer this semester could have also helped with this epiphany, but most of this came from me adapting and learning how to deal with unorganized nature. This time the train was supposed to go to Macon, but instead found itself in Atlanta after making a two month stop in