End of the Class

I really enjoyed this class. I thought that it was really well put together. I think one of the things that I liked most about it was the fact that it was more of a discussion than a lecture. I didn't dread coming here out of fear of boredem. I liked coming here with the anticipation of learning new things and getting new insights. I really liked Killing Yourself to Live. I have told many people about it and they want to read it as well. I was talking about selling my books back the other day and my boyfriend told me to not sell that one back because he wanted to read it so badly that he would buy it off me. Needless to say I didn't plan on selling it back in the first place.

I will definitely miss this class and all of the things that I learned in it. However, over the summer I plan on taking Comp 106 so I will be using the skills I learned in this class to improve my futre work for that one. Also I plan on entering in the writing awards so I will be using all of the skills and tactics that I learned in this class to tweak work from prior classes before entering them.

I am glad I took this course because I absolutely love writing and now I feel as though I have a better grasp on my writing projects. I know I will use what I have learned in this class throughout the rest of my college career and beyond.

My Nemesis

My nemesis is no doubt my mother. For more reasons than one she always has been and always will be. We fight as if we are teh worsdt of enemies and we laugh as if we are the best of friends. I always denyed it when I was younger and people said that we are just a like. How could I be just like this woman who drives me nuts?! Well turns out we are exactly the same. As I grow older and we learn more about eachother, I find that this is a learning process for both of us.

My mothers parents were both dead by the time she was my age so she can't really say that she knows how I feel about dealing with a pressuring mother during college years. And I know more times like this will come that she isn't farmiliar with because as she came to these benchmarks in her life, she didn't have a mother. As I come to them, they will be new expieriences. So we will both be learning and growing together.

Although her parents were alive for her wedding, she didn't have a big wedding by any means(she was 17. No big wedding for people who get married that young). But when my wedding comes, it will be huge and there will be a lot to deal with that she didn't do for herself or have a mother help her do so I feel that will be out next major battle. Thankfully, I have a few years to prepare for it. But I kow we will fight on all different topics concerning my wedding and I know that we will grow closer in doing so. We both take the bad of each other to see the good of us together. I feel as though there isn't any better definition of my nemeisis than my mother.

Ira Glass

I understand his points and I completely agree with what he is saying but he totally bores me. I feel he could get his point across in about a minute and it took him over 5. However, it takes a lot of learning and courage to be able to look back on your past work and really critique it harshly. Think about if it's anything that you would produce now and if you would change it and how. I really like the fact that he can laugh at something he thought was great before and think that it is awful now.

I would be lying if I said that I've never done that with my own work. I have looked at stories and poems I wrote back in middle school or early high school and laugh at them. Or even just laugh at how my thoughts were back then. My friend kept a "note box" with all of the notes we passed back and forth between us and one of our other friends in middle school. Last summer my friend moved away and we open up this note box for good times and we were suirprised. We laughed a lot for sure but to look back at how our mentality was back then is unbelievable.

I guess you really don't notice how your thoughts and points of view change and evolve unless there is hard evidence to look back on like a story or poem or even a radio news cast. You never know what you might learn when digging through old work that you would have never expected to make you feel that way.

Open Mic Night

I really enjoyed the idea of open mic night however, I wish ther had been more people than had been in our class there. I think that it would have been really cool with a spot light in a different area too. But for the first one is went really well. I enjoyed hearing other people read. If there is another one and it is more widely known to this one, I would really like to go again.