I can whip out a three page paper in a night if I have to, but ask me to write about myself and I am stuck. I know that I'm not the only one who struggled with that portion of our This I Believe projects, which makes me feel a little better.
I don't think that it's the actual writing that I struggled with, but it's the fact that I have to dig deep and THINK about my life thus far a lot more than I'd care to. A lot of others are worried about sharing with the class, but I'm at the point where I don't really care what they think about my work. I get the feeling that nobody really cares, anyways.
I don't mean that in a negative way, like "Why are we even doing this? It's stupid and I don't care about it." I just think that there will be very little, if any judgement from the people in our class. They are too laid back to get offended or be weirded out by someone else's story.
On another note, I really like the history behind our poems this week. They're talking about London around the time of the French Revolution. I'm not a history buff in the sense that I go out of my way to learn every historical event EVER, but if something comes up (like these poems), then sure, I'll do a little research.
I read a thing online that was talking about the past. Like... Me typing that sentence is in the past. You reading that is now in the past. It freaks me out if I think about it for too long. I wish that I could find it to get the wording right, but I saw it a couple days ago and there's no hope in finding it now. Thank you, tumblr for my frequent existential crises
I don't think that it's the actual writing that I struggled with, but it's the fact that I have to dig deep and THINK about my life thus far a lot more than I'd care to. A lot of others are worried about sharing with the class, but I'm at the point where I don't really care what they think about my work. I get the feeling that nobody really cares, anyways.
I don't mean that in a negative way, like "Why are we even doing this? It's stupid and I don't care about it." I just think that there will be very little, if any judgement from the people in our class. They are too laid back to get offended or be weirded out by someone else's story.
On another note, I really like the history behind our poems this week. They're talking about London around the time of the French Revolution. I'm not a history buff in the sense that I go out of my way to learn every historical event EVER, but if something comes up (like these poems), then sure, I'll do a little research.
I read a thing online that was talking about the past. Like... Me typing that sentence is in the past. You reading that is now in the past. It freaks me out if I think about it for too long. I wish that I could find it to get the wording right, but I saw it a couple days ago and there's no hope in finding it now. Thank you, tumblr for my frequent existential crises