Throughout this class I have ended up learning a lot more than I thought I would. I just assumed the class would be another boring English class of either reading, and analyzing texts, or writing many essays over and over. However, this is not what I got at all. The teacher was very energetic, and dead set on doing things differently than in the multitude of other classes I had taken. Looking back on this class after being in it for a little while, I really understand how much it has opened my eyes to many things, such as my own writing process.
The blog assignments were a big part of how I developed in the class, because I thought they would be very simple, and easy to do. However, they turned out to be much more than that, and they were very thought provoking with the wide range of material we covered in just doing “Simple assignments.” One blog that really made me look at my own writing process was Blog #2, which made use read about how famous writers went about their daily lives, and how they had oddly specific routines to really make sure that they got everything done consistently. This made me look at how I did things, and set up a more proper schedule, of writing in the morning to make sure all my work got done on time. The blog post also had us read an interesting except, by Don Murray, titled “Teaching Writing as a Process, not a Product.” This writing was probably one of the most eye-opening ones for me because it challenged what I had believed up until this point. It made me think hard that just because someone is teaching you, does not necessarily mean that they have a well-defined process on how to teach, or even write for themselves. So, in a way this except taught me how important critical thinking is, as well as being an individual, and having your own process is also important. Overall, I am very happy with the course so far, and I hope to learn more from it as time goes on. It has already taught me a plethora of new skills, and outlooks that I had never even thought of considering before. It has also helped me find myself more as an individual instead of just another number learning the same things generation after generation.
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For this blog post I read “Hills Like White Elephants” By Ernest Hemmingway. This story is about a relationship between a man, and woman; and how the woman is learning that the relationship is not what it should be. I will use this to connect to my own life and once again give insight to myself.
I believe that the woman did end up staying in the relationship even if she shouldn’t have. I believe this for multiple reasons. The main one being that she did not seem to want to immediately leave, and never really mentioned the idea of leaving him. She also seemed docile, and complacent with the relationship with the man, almost like he had his thumb on her and would not let her leave. But one of the biggest indicators that the woman had not actually left the relationship is that she talked about owning the world, and going to explore it; yet when she had the chance to run away from him, and not have to deal with the relationship she sat there waiting for him to come back. I have never dated anyone so I’ve never left a romantic relationship yet the closest I can come is a childhood friendship I had. I remember it well, and at no specific time did I really break away from it but more of a gradual release, and when I realized it was too late. I however do recall the night that it began to slip up. I had been asked to go to a party with my friend Ed, and I had begrudgingly agreed to go even though I hated parties. I walked into the room and was punched in the face by the stench of weed. This unsettled me already, I hated having this reeking odor infest my nostrils against my will; yet I still pushed forward. This is when I got into the main room of the party which was full of people screaming, and dancing like animals wild in a zoo. The smell of weed only grew stronger, as I accessed the scene and saw spill cups of various types of alcohol, people downing whatever they had in their hands, and a general rowdiness of everything. I then spoke to Ed and said “You know this party seems like a bit much for me, can you just drive me home?” He responded “No I brought you all the way here you’re going to stay” I then protested “I have a horrible headache, please just take me home.” This is the exact moment I realized that if this is what he was going to do I must leave this friendship, and before he had time to respond I walked out the door and went home by myself, and he never followed. At that point I felt I was the only one in the world, that the darkness of the night was enveloping me in its cold embrace welcoming to what at the time I could only describe as death; until I finally reached the sanctuary of my home and passed out protected from the cruel darkness of the outside world. This blog assignment is about a story told by Lulu Wang, and her family on how they lied to her about her diagnoses of cancer. This will help give insight on my morals, and how I would handle ethical dilemmas such as the one Wang’s family faced.
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AuthorI am a student at Delaware County Community College. This blog servers multiple purposes, the foremost being that it is to showcase many of my English Composition 1 assignments. However, it also serves to give a look into my writing processes, my personal life, and my own opinions. It is also an amazing showcase of how i have grown over the year, and how my English Composition course has influenced me within just a few short months. Archives
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