Archive for June, 2012

End of Spring Quarter 201206.16.12

Yesterday marks the end of Spring Quarter at Seattle Central Community College. It only took 36 years, but I was really sad my classes ended. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t trying to speed toward some unknown future. For the first time, I wished I could have spent a little more time with each instructor because I recognized there is much still that I could learn from them and because I recognize what wonderful people they are.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned a lot from each of them, and I know they have provided me with tools and encouragement to succeed, but with all the progress I’ve already made, I know another quarter with each of them would make me that much better of an academic writer, a creative writer, and a public speaker.

I guess I just want to say I’m really grateful to have all the instructors that I did this quarter. As hard as it is to admit, I’m very glad I was rejected from my dream law school and to have them tell me I should take more writing classes. I don’t know if I would have ever forced myself to find the time to take these classes that I’ve talked about taking for far too long. The classes have all taught me how to tackle any writing or presentation assignments and they go a long way in helping build my confidence in my writing skill. It’s not just my boyfriend that told me that my writing have improved, it’s that my professor actually told me to submit one of my paper to publication. I’m not sure how to go about doing that, but I will give that a try.

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Freewill Writing06.09.12

Holy hell, y’all! Guess what day today is? It’s the first day in months where I get to write just for the fun of it. Yesterday, I turned in my second portfolio for my second writing class, which means, no more mandatory writing for at least two weeks at which point, summer quarter at SCCC will start and oh, new writing class.

Now “mandatory” has a certain negative ring to it, and may imply that there’s no freewill involved, which we certainly know to be not true. Except, it’s true, for someone who really gives a shit about school. If you honestly care about school, you exercise your freewill elsewhere, like whether you really need to go out and see your friends, or eat, or wash your hair or brush you teeth. Also, “mandatory” sounds like someone is thrusting a red hot poker in my general direction menacingly if I stop doing something for a moment and there is no fun to be had, but it’s not true. I enjoyed every moment of all my writings all quarter. It’s just that there were so much of it between two writing classes and a speech class. So writing here for the sheer pleasure of writing ranks a little below, eat before the bad blood sugar low turns me into a monster that frightens the boyfriend, the unfortunate other live animal in this cage with me.

I feel really good right now, because I know I improved my writing a lot. And not just because my boyfriend, who had the honor of proofreading each of my paper multiple times and had to listen to me read it out loud over and over, said so. Because even I am not so foolish as to believe he is not biased and not secretly afraid that I might smother him in his sleep if he says anything negative about my writing. Sure relationship is about honestly, but it’s also about tactfully not telling me that my ass looks huge in certain jeans or more precisely, he can’t always see that my ass is huge, he may have gotten used to what my ass looks like and a slight plus or minus is not visible to him. Did I just indirectly compare my writing to ass?

So, my writing instructors tell me I’ve improved. My composition teacher told me my writing was always strong to begin with; I’ve just gotten more concise and better overall. I believe him because I had already turned in my review for him the day before so that I have no reason to believe he’s buttering me up for a good review. Which, I don’t know, does anyone give bad reviews to their instructors? Like: “Out of my four instructors, if you had to cut one, you should cut this one?” I don’t think I could actively hurt someone’s livelihood that way even if I thought that. But no, I love both my writing instructors. I really do. If they are teaching this summer, I would definitely sign up for them, but alas, nope. I was a bit concerned about the quality of instructors, because I went to a snobby private college in my undergrad years, and I wasn’t sure what a community college would have to offer. However, I do feel all my instructors are quality teachers.

The one thing that I feel improved most on is my actual writing process, which my composition teacher can’t see. The first paper was written in blood, sweat and too much caffeine. It was so much work and I didn’t have a clue how to approach it and it was like watching monkeys fling poo on the wall and seeing what shit sticks. That was my writing process. Between composition and public speaking classes, I learned how to outline like a champ. It really helps. Soon as I find myself rambling or feeling a moment of “Where the fuck am I again?” I refer to the outline and I’m back running. And the best part is, I can refer to my outline and tell you approximately how many hours of writing I have left. It was glorious – I could almost hear a choir of angels during the writing of my final essays for my two classes. Always finishing a little early as I had scheduled it for post-writing process.

I’m really grateful for this quarter, I truly believe it made me a much stronger writer. And now I get to read for fun. *happy reading dance* That sounds like the worst looking dance ever, but I assure you it’s filled with joy or dignity, pick one.

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