I’m writing you a letter from the future. Well actually it’s not a letter at all, it’s an assignment that I’ve disguised to look like a letter. So I lied to you, deal with it, I’ve been lying to myself for years. This piece of writing here is a reflection. Past Thos, I know you hate reflections, I do to, but this right here is the best reflection you’ll ever write. You’re about to have an interesting semester. Not only because your body is going to fall a part all of a sudden, but because you’re going to learn a lot about your writing. I remember going into to Writing 101 the second semester of my second year felt a little strange at first. I knew I would be a few years older than most of the other people in the class and probably have
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I felt burnt out on writing. There was a time, back in my sophomore year of high school where I loved writing. I could write a 20 page paper no problem, the words would flow, and the final product would actually be something decent. But that love of writing went away in college. After a year and a half of classes which had me writing at least one paper every week, I really started to get bored with it. Most of the classes I’ve taken, haven’t graded the papers on the quality of the writing but on the information contained in the words. That lead me to a point where I’d just write to fill the page without caring much for how I wrote. I think my first essay for this class showed that off. It wasn’t a good example of my ability to write, it just met the requirements of the assignment. It wasn’t exactly a paper I was proud of but with so many other assignments I fell on my habit of writing to fill the page without putting any heart into what I wrote. Through our class discussions, and comments on my work, and our readings I really started to think more about my writing. And with the final paper I feel reinvigorated with my writing. I actually enjoy what I’m putting on the paper, and I think I’ve written some decent stuff, or atlas a few good sentences here and there. My confidence in my writing has also gone up. I use to hate having people read what I write but having mandatory peer reviews has definitely gotten me over
I felt burnt out on writing. There was a time, back in my sophomore year of high school where I loved writing. I could write a 20 page paper no problem, the words would flow, and the final product would actually be something decent. But that love of writing went away in college. After a year and a half of classes which had me writing at least one paper every week, I really started to get bored with it. Most of the classes I’ve taken, haven’t graded the papers on the quality of the writing but on the information contained in the words. That lead me to a point where I’d just write to fill the page without caring much for how I wrote. I think my first essay for this class showed that off. It wasn’t a good example of my ability to write, it just met the requirements of the assignment. It wasn’t exactly a paper I was proud of but with so many other assignments I fell on my habit of writing to fill the page without putting any heart into what I wrote. Through our class discussions, and comments on my work, and our readings I really started to think more about my writing. And with the final paper I feel reinvigorated with my writing. I actually enjoy what I’m putting on the paper, and I think I’ve written some decent stuff, or atlas a few good sentences here and there. My confidence in my writing has also gone up. I use to hate having people read what I write but having mandatory peer reviews has definitely gotten me over