My First Year At The Portrait

Our kick off item that we will add to our time capsule is a journal containing an entry from each student. First, we will add a journal because it will give one’s genuine feeling on what is going on in the world right now, whether good or bad. The writers will express themselves to their best ability so the reader can get the true meaning of current events with nothing but the truth. The second reason why we will add the journal is that it shows what we feel to be important in our world. The key reason why a journal is needed is so that we can share our opinions and feelings about the world in which we live. One’s thoughts are the most valuable another can get and with this knowledge, the students in the future can see how the human nature has

Taking English 1102 my second semester has given me the opportunity to develop my professional writing skills. I learned how to use the writing process effectively by brainstorming ideas, making drafts, and peer evaluations. In addition, I learned the title should give the reader a clue about the main idea of the paper. In my opinion, writing is simply expressing thoughts in a definite form. This self-assessment essay will reflect on my most successful and problematic assignments, errors in my writing, and how I have changed as a writer over the semester.

But I then thought, I shouldn’t talk about writing. Few of this graduating class will wish to be writers, and those that do should by no means be encouraged. Weave a circle round them thrice, and close your eyes holy dread, because who needs the competition? What with the proliferation of Creative Writing courses, a mushroom of recent growth all but unknown in my youth, we will soon have a state of affairs in which everybody writes and nobody reads, the exact reverse of the way things were when I was composing dolorous verses in a rented cupboard on Charles Street in the early

Diving into this essay, I was nervous because I have not written anything in about a year! I was concerned about how I would construct my essay because I never wrote a memoir before and I was not sure what to write about. Based on the reading from chapter five of Writing Today, I constructed my memoir around an implied thesis. I think that I am still able to write decently well and that people who read my writing can still understand it. I am grateful that my writing skills have not reverted back to an elementary school level. I think it was a bit risky for me to write about a person and a series of moments in my life to describe how my writing came to be, instead of just how one person influenced me or about just one event. I am also a bit

Thirteen years in the making is this essay. I will finally be rid of English classes. The seven-hour writing sessions the night before an essay is due are finally done. I have been in an English class since I can dot my i’s and cross my t’s. Now that I am at the culmination it is a sappy time. I will miss and be glad I will never have to analyze a book or use a book as a lens for another book. For this course I have taken twelve years of English class and yet this course has been the most difficult of them all. But as the saying goes, “what does not kill me makes me stronger”. This course has made me a far better writer than I have when I first stepped into the course from the first.

To show my perspective on love, I have created a mural based on my thoughts

In my creative nonfiction genre proposal, I stated that, “my [creative writing project 's] focus will be literary essays that address humanity’s universal desire for a sense of identity and belonging; these essays will be written from a personal perspective, containing anecdotes, internal conflicts, and external opinions” (1). A little over ten weeks later, I believe I have achieved this goal in my final draft because of the stylistic approaches and revisions I made with the help of the Creative Writing Seminar workshops. My final draft for the project consists of eight essays that address several personal experiences from my life. I discuss various subjects ranging from one’s origins to the meaning of I love you; while each essay differs

In his autobiography, Benjamin Franklin wrote, “If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing.” In order to be bronzed for the ages to see, only a memorable history or great work will stand the test of time. If the soul cannot exist beyond mortal death and bonds, perhaps writing can be a vessel through which the soul can perpetually and vicariously exist. Owing to this, I have given a piece of my soul in every piece I have written, mindful it might be my last. Even though writing is a passion for me, I have gained a hesitancy toward formal writing due to harsh and non-constructive critiques of highly personalized pieces, the craftsmanship of which were intended to enchant.

I watched with new eyes the sun shed it's ray of light upon the earth, which stood cuffed at the palms of adversity. I heard with new ears the sound of lonely cries echo. It would be the perspective from which I stood, that would recognize our obstacles as infinitesimal. These were the first words, I wrote when I first became fond of writing. I learned to be appreciative of the gift that enabled one to see things in new colors, new lights, and capture their definition, the best way fits. This was the optimism that paved the way for my dreams.

In the rearward sitting arrangement, eagerly listening to the words getting through the speakers, what is this I listen?, pondering internally. Something so profound, brimming with feeling, and life, it's as though I went into another measurement, coasting on a billow of peacefulness. On the other hand, this inclination suddenly finished with a farewell kiss as I get ready to enter the school building. I was making the most of my initial morning timetable, finding out about straightforward arithmetic, how to coexist with my associates, playing at break, however I couldn't hold up to get lost again, and leave the natural domain with this magnificent sound of instruments and voices, ever so discreetly getting through my mom's auto speakers. The

I have learned and changed much from when I first entered college. There have been many events and situations that I experienced that aided in making more mature, and improve as a person. The past year has been somewhat of a transformational period.

The first drawing is untitled. It depicts the back of a Holly Hobby girl jumping in the air with joy and freedom. She is free. There are no fears, no anxiety just the empty void of space surrounding her. In her world there is no daytime or nighttime. I drew this picture while I was still in elementary school. All of my drawings I did as a child were of little girls playing and having fun. It was imperative that I created a space were this little girl could play, be liberated and not worry about coming off the page into my world. The series of drawings I did as a child allowed me to have my moment of space and freedom within the constraint of my room. As I prepared to write this paper and observed my childhood drawings, I understand more now how art saved me. The drawing of the Holly Hobby girl on old faded vanilla paper is not just a drawing; she is my friend. We laughed, played and cried together. We had slumber and tea parties together. When everybody left me alone in the house she kept me company and when my parents started fighting we had our secret hiding place. German poet and playwright Friedrich Schiller stated, “Art is the daughter of freedom,” then art is my avatar for freedom.

The combination of excitement and loneliness that can describe the experience of beginning adulthood can also describe the experience of writing. Over the year a first Such tense always brings me back to what happened one year ago, when countless essays flowed in with, by then the most important and irritating decision-making process of my life, no, not what to wear for graduation ceremony, though I struggled for nearly the same time on that, the college application writings.

During the semester, four essays were written. The Personal Narrative essay was difficult because of childhood experiences. It required reflection on life where past experiences made if difficult in wanting to remember at all. It required all past experiences, good and bad, that makes me the person I am now. It helped to learn to appreciate the good things by measuring them against the bad ones and helped to realize I didn't have to go back to those experiences again. The hard times help me to remember to work hard to go forward in life to avoid the same experiences again. All the reflection in this essay allowed me to transmit the part of identity that is immersed in

They say you should live without regrets, but I still ponder. Have I strung the correct chords. The mournful melody of a private memoir makes me wonder. A chance to have it all, the sweet life. The life that songs, stories, and movies promise you, the happy ending. I don’t want to write about myself and I don’t want writing a cliche, but the best painting I can paint is dull and blue. A personal love story about a time that now seems so far away. A cheap classic film in black and gray, a high school adaptation of a Shakespearean play, expressing itself to the unknown in struggling tone. The forceful force feeding of words will begin, so this is how the story begins.