Revision Project

Writing can be seen as many things and in many ways, but I like to look at writing as it follows; writing is like trying to go home during rush hour on the free way. You start off, and you want to go fast, but you encounter slow traffic, dead traffic, and even some one-off time, fluid traffic. Once you are off the freeway, you encounter the casual red light and might even need to do U-turns along the way. However, we all know that no matter how long it takes, you arrive home sometime not too long away.
While I don 't want this essay to turn into an autobiography, I think it is important to say that English is nowhere near my first language. I was born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, and moved to the United States when I was roughly 5. Moving …show more content…
We 've all heard the clichés, senior year is supposed to be the year where it all comes together, but I really believe its were it all starts. Senior year at my former high school was a big year, it was when the biggest and most important projects were given. I was placed on the Revision Project team, Revision Project is a design consulting firm that caters to the San Diego community for no cost. That meant we, as high school students, worked in teams to communicate with professionals, develop their project for them, and deliver a finished piece at the end. Personally, I was given the lead role as group leader. This meant I had to be in constant contact with the owner and different workers of a company we were working for. Being fair, I had already had the chance to develop my professional communication skills during my Junior year internship at a local La Jolla company. However, communicating with real world professionals is one of the most daunting tasks you can do as a young person, especially in high school. I remember that we would draft emails, only to have them be revised by our teacher, John Bosselman. Mr. Bosselman became a great mentor for me, as he is very knowledgeable and was always willing to help. I remember countless times of coming up to him, handing him my computer, only to be given a look over his glasses. I knew the look, he would place the computer on the desk, slightly fix his brown Ray Ban glasses, and stare at you intently with his blue eyes. It is hard to fully explain, but you knew it was time for a redraft. Drafting emails was just one part of my job, but drafting presentations for meetings was the hardest part of it