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It approaches--the first mid-term paper I've had to write in a long time. A whole year, in fact, has passed since last I opened Microsoft Word for a purpose other than to journal my emo or to write first drafts of Facebook messages. It's odd, because every paper that I face presents the same problem, and I never seem to progress past it--how to communicate myself efficiently and smoothly. I imagine it stems from how I talk in class discussions (using, as a stepping stool for this imagining the premise that we write in the same way we talk). I was able, at some point in my life, to conduct myself in a class discussion with some amount of grace. I could say what I observed, felt, analyzed, synthesized, opinionized, whatever. But this year finds me speaking in class with no regard to anything I've ever learned about an English sentence. Are my thoughts becoming more abstract? Or am I just getting stupid? Or perhaps I just don't know how to end my sentences. Each phrase I utter is characterized by many stops, repeated phrases, run-on sentences, incomplete clauses, and a jarring ending, which I usually accentuate with an awkwardly placed verbal ellipsis and an ending salutation such as "The End." I consistently find myself saying something and then following it with "Does that make sense?" Maybe I have just become less confident in what I say in class.
Or maybe this is it: In Women's Studies I am surrounded by people who have either taken numerous other WS classes or are actually experience some manifestation of transgender in their own lives. And in Lighting Design our class discussions are essentially critiques of projects our classmates have done. In either situation, I'm treading on eggshells. In the former, because I know that I know much less about the subject than almost everyone else. In the other, because I don't want to risk offending any of my classmates by not understanding their take on a certain prompt.
Either way, this post has taken quite a turn from where it started.
The reason I have such trouble writing papers is--well, part of it is because I don't take many classes anymore that require writing analytic papers, and so I'm always out of practice. The other part is my desire for perfection in the construction of the paper. I have trouble letting my ideas flow naturally, and always worry about the paper sounding good, which results in a synthetic writing style that reads in a very detached way.
And wow, this has been an incredibly boring post so far. To spice things up, let's see what Conservapedia.com has to say about homosexuality. "What's that?" you exclaim bodaciously, "Conserva-what-ia?" Yes, friends. Exclaim all you want.
http://www.conservapedia.com/Homosexuality
Although part of my soul dies, digs its own grave, descends into Hell, and has a tea party with Satan every time I visit this page, I feel the need to see what people believe. It's very unsettling for me, though, so every time I read a little bit of it, I have to watch an episode of Will and Grace to get the devil off of me.
All right, I'm tired of writing. Here's a list of the freckles on my body that I like the most:
1. Under and to the left of my left nipple. It's inconspicuous, but it's a dandy little thriller.
2. The cute one on top of my left big toe. I didn't notice it until a couple months ago, and I'm definitely fond of it now. I feel like it got lost, and if I don't look after it, it'll jump right off my toe.
3. A few inches directly beneath my belly-button, it looks like a tiny star if you pull the skin right. I know none of you have done that yet, and unless our relationship changes in some odd way, probably never will.
4. The ambiguous one on my lower lip. Always a good dinner partner, never gets boring.
Anyway, here's to your day being excellent!
Or maybe this is it: In Women's Studies I am surrounded by people who have either taken numerous other WS classes or are actually experience some manifestation of transgender in their own lives. And in Lighting Design our class discussions are essentially critiques of projects our classmates have done. In either situation, I'm treading on eggshells. In the former, because I know that I know much less about the subject than almost everyone else. In the other, because I don't want to risk offending any of my classmates by not understanding their take on a certain prompt.
Either way, this post has taken quite a turn from where it started.
The reason I have such trouble writing papers is--well, part of it is because I don't take many classes anymore that require writing analytic papers, and so I'm always out of practice. The other part is my desire for perfection in the construction of the paper. I have trouble letting my ideas flow naturally, and always worry about the paper sounding good, which results in a synthetic writing style that reads in a very detached way.
And wow, this has been an incredibly boring post so far. To spice things up, let's see what Conservapedia.com has to say about homosexuality. "What's that?" you exclaim bodaciously, "Conserva-what-ia?" Yes, friends. Exclaim all you want.
http://www.conservapedia.com/Homosexuality
Although part of my soul dies, digs its own grave, descends into Hell, and has a tea party with Satan every time I visit this page, I feel the need to see what people believe. It's very unsettling for me, though, so every time I read a little bit of it, I have to watch an episode of Will and Grace to get the devil off of me.
All right, I'm tired of writing. Here's a list of the freckles on my body that I like the most:
1. Under and to the left of my left nipple. It's inconspicuous, but it's a dandy little thriller.
2. The cute one on top of my left big toe. I didn't notice it until a couple months ago, and I'm definitely fond of it now. I feel like it got lost, and if I don't look after it, it'll jump right off my toe.
3. A few inches directly beneath my belly-button, it looks like a tiny star if you pull the skin right. I know none of you have done that yet, and unless our relationship changes in some odd way, probably never will.
4. The ambiguous one on my lower lip. Always a good dinner partner, never gets boring.
Anyway, here's to your day being excellent!