My skills as a writer have been the topic of too many of my blogs. I don’t feel that they are worth mentioning as much as they have been, and I don’t know how many more blogs I can write about them. I write things. I try to make those things as grammatically correct and easy to read as possible, without sacrificing any of my content. I’ve been writing since I was in pre-school, and the most writing I do outside of this class are FaceBook-ing, text messaging, and instant messaging online.
I don’t think I’ve spoken much about my feedback from writing in the past, so I might as well delve into this a little. By far the most enthusiastic responses have been in this class, from our incredibly energetic English professor. My professor last semester always looked like he was about to yawn, so there wasn’t much enthusiasm to what he was saying.
Right now I’m having the problem of deciding what to say, which works for me because that answers one of the questions on our rubric. I’m sitting here trying to think of things to discuss about my writing style, but nothing good is coming to mind. Hopefully this blog will for this week, as I am literally racking my head for things to say and words to put down.
I don’t know how to relate, or rather read the relationship, between my writing and my feelings or temperament. My character is good, so does that mean my writing is too? I’m a bit lazy so does my writing really show that? I don’t even know what temperament means, I’m assuming it has something to do with the heat of my paper? I don’t know but looking it up would be cheating.
La fin.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
What happens when I press the red button?
I forgot to do a blog last week. I confused when it was due with when my math homework was due, and then never got around to actually doing a blog on account of family and being sick. -If you couldn’t tell by the way I’ve been acting in class I probably caught a cold from my little brother and have been coughing since Saturday night.-
I don’t know if this says very much about my skills as a writer or my habits or rituals, but it does say something about my motivation as one. I am a very laid back individual, and have never been motivated to put much time into my high school work, or anything. In fact, the only time I’ve ever gone beyond what's expected of me are when its absolutely necessary for me to get a good grade, or when I was in marching band. If an assignment looked like it would be really time consuming, and not worth that many points, then I gave it 10 minutes and hoped for the best. Other times I would just follow the rubric for the bare minimum amount of time invested over the highest possible grade I could get for it. I'd usually take the time to do the big projects and important papers, but everything else seemed like just a waste of time to me. Admittedly this probably isn’t the best way to go through my education, but it worked in high school good enough for me. But that's not me anymore, for the most part.
Being as laid back as I am, I find it hard to force myself into unnecessary confrontations. By doing this, I usually write my papers differently depending on the opinions of the audience I am writing for. For instance, last semester I got a bad grade on a paper, and although it was a terribly written paper to begin with, I felt the grade was a little too harsh, so for the next assignment I wrote a paper supporting the exact opposite facts and did much better. Whatever this says about me or my writing didn’t really matter to me, I was just happy that I knew what to write about to pass the class.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve lost my train of thought several times while trying to type this up, I just can never stay on the same idea for very long before I get bored with it or think up another one by accident. I guess that would fulfill the part about my process as a writer on the rubric, I have no process as a writer, I just go with the first thought I get and write whatever comes to mind as I go.
I could sit and correct this for awhile longer, but it will still say the same things, just less clumsily, and I have other homeworks I should be doing too.
I don’t know if this says very much about my skills as a writer or my habits or rituals, but it does say something about my motivation as one. I am a very laid back individual, and have never been motivated to put much time into my high school work, or anything. In fact, the only time I’ve ever gone beyond what's expected of me are when its absolutely necessary for me to get a good grade, or when I was in marching band. If an assignment looked like it would be really time consuming, and not worth that many points, then I gave it 10 minutes and hoped for the best. Other times I would just follow the rubric for the bare minimum amount of time invested over the highest possible grade I could get for it. I'd usually take the time to do the big projects and important papers, but everything else seemed like just a waste of time to me. Admittedly this probably isn’t the best way to go through my education, but it worked in high school good enough for me. But that's not me anymore, for the most part.
Being as laid back as I am, I find it hard to force myself into unnecessary confrontations. By doing this, I usually write my papers differently depending on the opinions of the audience I am writing for. For instance, last semester I got a bad grade on a paper, and although it was a terribly written paper to begin with, I felt the grade was a little too harsh, so for the next assignment I wrote a paper supporting the exact opposite facts and did much better. Whatever this says about me or my writing didn’t really matter to me, I was just happy that I knew what to write about to pass the class.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve lost my train of thought several times while trying to type this up, I just can never stay on the same idea for very long before I get bored with it or think up another one by accident. I guess that would fulfill the part about my process as a writer on the rubric, I have no process as a writer, I just go with the first thought I get and write whatever comes to mind as I go.
I could sit and correct this for awhile longer, but it will still say the same things, just less clumsily, and I have other homeworks I should be doing too.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A second blog
I had been racking my brain trying to remember good examples for the questions asked for this blog, but not many were coming to me. But when I finally started to write, not knowing what I should say, everything flooded back to me when I got to it. As far as important incidents go, I can't think of anything recent, minus times where I've written papers that totally subconsciously disregarded the criteria I was supposed to fill. When I was in grade school my 6th grade class had to write short stories for Halloween, and I wrote mine with a twist ending that I remember getting me into trouble. Not a lot of trouble, but the illustrations I made for it really exposed the fact that I had been watching episodes of South Park and had seen too many slasher flicks for my age. In my defense, it was always my mother’s idea to watch scary movies, or force me and my friends to. I have never really thought about categorizing the stages of my writing history, but I would say that creative writing defined my pre-high school writing experiences, and slave driven papers on topics no one has heard of, or never want to hear of again, would be me since the beginning of high school.
I am constantly making lists, whether it’s of places I want to go, things I want to do, or my favorite songs for a Facebook survey. I would have to say that texting and Facebook are where most of my keystrokes go to outside of English classes. I really enjoy arguing, but not fiercely. I’m usually too nice to shut somebody out of an argument, but often sarcastically, although you can’t tell in text, argue against my own point and let others tear my argument apart. I don’t dislike writing, but when there are restrictions to what I should be doing, any restrictions at all, it feels like I’ve been tied to the floor. I usually use proper grammar even when I’m just typing in a Facebook status or texting someone that usually can reveal when someone has gotten on my Facebook and changed things without my permission.
I’m not a writer, I have never written to anyone of importance, except a letter to George Bush in the 4th grade when he was elected president in 2000, though I severely doubt that he personally read it. I am a musician, and as such I have performed in front of many audiences, but none of them with a pen.
I always write on my desktop in my basement, with music playing, and my little brother distracting me with his constant World or Warcraft playing. I write all the time in the sense of Facebook and emailing and texting, but not much as far as writing papers for fun. Last semester for my English class I usually had Eric proofread my rough drafts for me, because he is smart. My last English professor showed me some flaws I had in my organization of writing a paper. I had a simple issue with spreading my topics across into each other’s paragraphs, but no longer.
I am constantly making lists, whether it’s of places I want to go, things I want to do, or my favorite songs for a Facebook survey. I would have to say that texting and Facebook are where most of my keystrokes go to outside of English classes. I really enjoy arguing, but not fiercely. I’m usually too nice to shut somebody out of an argument, but often sarcastically, although you can’t tell in text, argue against my own point and let others tear my argument apart. I don’t dislike writing, but when there are restrictions to what I should be doing, any restrictions at all, it feels like I’ve been tied to the floor. I usually use proper grammar even when I’m just typing in a Facebook status or texting someone that usually can reveal when someone has gotten on my Facebook and changed things without my permission.
I’m not a writer, I have never written to anyone of importance, except a letter to George Bush in the 4th grade when he was elected president in 2000, though I severely doubt that he personally read it. I am a musician, and as such I have performed in front of many audiences, but none of them with a pen.
I always write on my desktop in my basement, with music playing, and my little brother distracting me with his constant World or Warcraft playing. I write all the time in the sense of Facebook and emailing and texting, but not much as far as writing papers for fun. Last semester for my English class I usually had Eric proofread my rough drafts for me, because he is smart. My last English professor showed me some flaws I had in my organization of writing a paper. I had a simple issue with spreading my topics across into each other’s paragraphs, but no longer.
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