Scrambled or Poached?

Writing as you can see is not one of my

best qualities. English in general was never

my best subject, yet I can read and write. I

always at the very least tried to accomplish

the academic assignments given to me, but

somehow I always misunderstood just enough

that I couldn't shine above the rest of my

class.

I was always and find myself still today

being somewhat of a class clown. Why? well I

suppose it's my way of hiding, or ignoring the

fact that I just don't understand somethings.

Not that I don't care I just don't see things

like some people do. So I act out, but that

doesn't mean I don't try.

I believe I've gained an insight to writing

from Ms. Anthony she's strict yet compassionate,

stern yet sweet. She enjoys what she does so that

is why I tried to enjoy it. Who am I to waste her

time by being inconsiderate and not givng it my best

shot, after all I've asked to be there, I've

paid to be there, so I must want to be there. And, if

only a little bit of what she stands for rubs off onto

me, then I know I'll be a better person because of it.

I think I show signs of improvement from the first

day in her class, and I hope she sees that she's made

an impact on me and given me that college research view

(new information) towards writing. I'll always write,

only it may not be in a blog or journal, or MLA format

but rather by fondling with poetry is where I'll play

with writing.

I took her course from hearing someone speak highly

of her, and I'm very glad that I did. For one thing is

certain I will carry away from her class is this:


"When my thoughts become stalled on a writing day,

Her "PROMPT" is only a whisper away".

~Dave Freed~

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