I’ve never written this much a day in my life, actually I lied I have. I’ve taken an array of English classes being that my major is English but I’ve never sat back and looked at the things I’ve written with a microscope . I’ve written over four pieces in this class never realizing that when the class started it would be self discovery for me. Discovery in the sense that although I may actually term my work as being perfect and I being perfect it actually isn’t.
In my personal essay, I debated with myself and America if beauty is as important as America makes it seem to be. In my personal essay I go into detail the views in which America holds and the role many of these views have played in my life and the lives of many others. When I was much younger I assumed that you had to be a certain size and weight to be actually termed as being “beautiful”. As I got older and older my views of beauty changed sporadically especially during my senior year of high school until now me almost being a senior in college. So that makes it fours years of change.
In my memoir essay, I relived the love, hate relationship myself and older sister have shared with one another since we were able to talk and smack each other over the head with toys. I went into detail the one thing my mother constantly said to myself and sister “ You two need to stop fighting with one another , my brother and I never fought , your going to need your sister one day and the way you talk to one another I wouldn’t be surprised if an emergency happened you two would turn the cheek .” Hearing my mother say this every time we got in to verbal or physical fights we got into not only realize how much I would need my sister in the future it also made me realize how much I would need her in now. I realize now since I am much older the verbal and physical fights we sometimes had made me realize the love I have for my sister is never changing.
With being in this class in particular I would of never thought I would be able to express myself as well as I did in my works.
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I am glad there was some discovery for you - there was for me, too. I read your essays with interest (I really would have liked to have read more of the fishing essay - what a good metaphor for discovery - casting into the mirror of the water's surface) and watched you get better with each draft.
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