And Here I Thought I Was Done!

What a wild semester this has been. Having no free period, I managed the workload of 6 classes plus the added stress of an Italian course at the University of Illinois and the impending doom of my standardized tests. Before I launch into the virtues of this semester's Non-Fiction Writing class, some apologies are in order. I truly apologize to Ms. Majerus for walking in late every Monday-Thursday and spending the first ten minutes of class fanning myself from my mad dash from my Italian class. I apologize to Annie Rong for always eating her chocolate covered almonds when she got up to get a tissue. I apologize to Seth Bull for harmless inside jokes. I also apologize to the 8th hour class for being incredibly obnoxious (guys, sorry for all the outbursts!) Well, I feel MUCH better now!

This class had turned out to be a really good experience contrary to what I thought going into the class. Personally, I have always been bored by essays published in journals and books partly because I could never really relate to the readings. Unfortunately, this still persisted. However, a bright spot was came from reading the college essays and "The Botany of Desire". Both were excellent choices and I could feel myself being pulled into the story and I felt that I had gained some knowledge about how to write essays after reading those works of art.

As weird as it is to say this, I have actually somewhat enjoyed keeping a blog. It allows all of my thoughts to flow directly onto a computer screen for me to analyze and reflect. At the start of this project, I thought to myself, "OH GOD. I hope I don't become one of those people who see something and think, ' Hmm, I could blog about that!'". Well, sadly I have become one of those people, but I think it is for the best. I now process everything I see and think and viewing it on the internet gives me some weird satisfaction in knowing that others can revel in my magnificent thoughts.

I honestly believe that this class has made me a better writer and has allowed me to become passionate about something. Though I know I will never become a professional writer, I have discovered that writing is an activity that allows me to forgot about the world and delve into my brain. Thanks for a great semester guys!

UGH Y'ALL

As this year is coming to an end, I have found it extremely odd to think that in twelves months, I will be graduating and leaving Uni High behind as I go on to college. Despite this sadness, y'all, I am ready for these next two weeks to end.



Even though the school year is coming to a close, these last two weeks seem to be crawling to an end. While my homework load has been reduced significantly, I sit in class counting the minutes and agonizing seconds till that glorious bell sings its releasing song. Then I realize that I have to spend an agonizing evening slaving over a small amount of homework.

Watching the sun peek from behind the fluffy white clouds and warm my face as I sit in this desk writing the last (required) blog post, I am experiencing the same feelings that have pestered me over the last few weeks. Summer just within reach I stare at the clock, 3:18. Are you kidding me?

Granted, the second summer does come in contact with my hand, I will probably be wishing for school again from the ridiculous amount of free time available. What a life I have.