You know when you were little and your parents told you they
were FINALLY taking you to your favorite story to use the gift cards you got
for Christmas? and your 5 year old self is screaming “Toys R Us!” and your
awkward middle school self demands “Aeropostale!” or your independent high
school self is just like “why can’t I go by myself?” And your just too excited
because you’ve been stuck at your house with all of your extended family and
younger cousins that insist on running around and driving you crazy.
So finally, you get in the car and then you realize it. Your
parents pulled a fast one on you, and mom is like “First I just need to stop by
the post office!” and then dad is like “oh, great I can get my dry cleaning
too.” And your left mumbling under your breath. And then once the thank you
cards and returns are mailed out and your dad picks up his freshly starched
white-collar shirt, you’re finally off to your favorite store. Then, as you
pull into the driveway of the tile store so your parents to pick out their new
black splash, you wave your white flag and surrender because now you’re in the
back seat dying of defeat.
This is how I felt about project 1.
When I sat down in my first college English class, and thank
God my only English class (No offense Eda), I was all mopey and grumbly because
I’m an Animal and Veterinary Sciences Major, and what does that have to do with
writing? Last time I checked, the amount of food a chicken eats, or the purpose
companion animal vaccinations, or what comes out of the back end of a cow has
nothing to do with English. But lets be honest, I love to write. Especially in
informal settings, much like this, when I can basically write what I’m thinking
down. (An by the way, according to Stephen King, you’re telepathic because
you’re reading my mind—think about it) So when Eda, my lovely English
professor, told the class we were doing blogs, I was thinking “Eda, you da
bomb.com.” I have never blogged before, but I have desired to in the past, so I
was excited to finally have the push to do it.
And then Eda pulled a fast one on us.
When Eda told us “Its time to start Project 1,” and mind
you, in her awesome Turkish accent, I obviously was not impressed. Or excited.
Or anything that implies happiness. But if we are being honest, I knew project
1 was coming.
So Project 1: Is Everyone an Author? Have you ever
considered the person who writes the little blurb on the back of a postcard an
author? Or how about you? Have you ever sent a postcard? And when you did, did
you consider yourself an author? Well if you read my essay, all 1,497 words of
it, you will be informed that, yes, the person who writes the tidbit about
Salem, Massachusetts, or Las Vegas, Nevada, or New York, New York, is in fact,
an author. And you will also be informed that you too, as the sender, are an
author too.
But how did I feel about this essay, Project 1? Actually, if
I could possibly enjoy writing an essay, I could enjoy writing this one. The
topic of “Is Everyone an Author” seemed to me to be pretty original, and I felt
like the bomb.com for picking a postcard, which was so unique, that the proper
way to cite it could not be found by Eda, my MLA textbook, or Google. This
project really allowed me to realize my writing abilities, as well as my
ability to critically analyze a piece of text on my own. And that was
enjoyable. The essay itself wasn’t that awful to write either. The words just
came to mind and I typed them out as I thought, but I think I owe the ease of
this assignment to both my high school English teacher and Eda.
Mrs. Reaves, my AP composition teacher, did a fantastic job
preparing the class for this entry level, college English course. And Eda made
writing this essay quite simple, even though she may not know it, because she
provided me with a lot of my resources. For example, every day for homework,
Eda assigns a reading from our textbook AND an additional reading from an
outside text (Which we already tried to veto, but had no luck). But one reading
in particular, by Stephen King, actually contained the perfect points to
substantiate my argument that the sender of a postcard is an author. Another
cool thing that Eda did, that I really enjoyed, like really, was she canceled
class for the day. Whoop Whoop! But by canceling class, she gave us the time to
come to her office and have a one on one conference with her to discuss how our
essays were going and to ask any questions we had. This, I thought, was
extremely helpful because not only was I able to take an hour and an half nap
instead of an half hour nap, Eda was available to help me with the citation of
my postcard, which we basically ended up winging off of the MLA rules for a
visual text.
If I really had a choice in the matter, would I have picked
to do Project 1 for fun? Of course not? But overall, Project 1 was bearable.
Now off to bigger and better things, or longer and more terrible things with
Projects 2,3,4 and 5”.”
(& because I love cows, I'm demanding you love them too. Say hi to Tilly)
This was awesome Bailey. I am very happy that you are enjoying the class so far:)
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