(#6) The End

1.) This semester in english 15 was interesting to say the least. Being an engineering major, I was initially frustrated that I had to take the class in the first place. As if it isn't hard enough to get my chemistry, math, physics and whatever other 3 million classes homework done, now I have to write papers that I probably will lack interest in. This was my initial assessment on taking english 15. This initial assumption was immediately proven wrong within the first week. While sometimes I found the papers tough to write, they always managed to teach me a little bit about myself. I've always been interested in the arts and with that I love to draw things. I say things because I myself usually have a tough time making out exactly what my creations are. Having taken this course I came to the realization that I was extremely narrow minded about  the definition of art before. I've now come to the conclusion that art is essentially what you think it is. No one is technically correct, making it so that no one can actually be wrong. My perception on art probably would have changed somewhere down the road, but I like to think I will be a better person having gained an understanding for it this early. I figured at the beginning of the class that the papers we would told to write would be these boring research papers that no one would ever read and ever care about. Again, to my surprise I was wrong. WIth the writing of the memoir, I gained an understanding of family and the love that exists therein through my own writing and experiences. It's as though it was there the entire time, but it took writing about it to figure that out. The next paper was the visual analysis paper. This may have been the single best paper I have ever written. The parameters of this paper allowed my creativity and thoughts to flow in a manner I had yet to experience. I have always considered myself a decent writer, however, I would only ever do what I had to in order to get by. I now realize that I completely undermined my potential and I regret that. Moving on to the research paper. I absolutely hate research papers. However, this one was the exception. Allow me to write a paper on one of my favorite bands and speak my mind, sign me up. I was stoked to write that research paper. I never thought stoked and research paper could go in the same sentence. In the end, I learned more about myself by simply writing papers than I ever thought possible. I can't say enough good things about english 15 or my lovely teacher Ms. Squillante. I know that I will feel a bit of sadness not being in this class next semester.

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http://danalandis.blogspot.com/2012/02/first.html#comment-form
http://chelsea-quinn.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-goes-nothin.html#comment-form
http://ew4acm.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-take-on-art.html?showComment=1335728905459#c8770925288704620844

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I COMPLETED MY SRTE's!!