The end draws near...

and I am so sad. This has been one of my favorite classes ever in life ever. 

But on with the self-reflection for the second half of the semester. 

Well, I stopped looking for seams. I stopped caring and began to care more about analyzing how pieces worked as a whole and what I could learn from that. It definitely allowed me to enjoy everything much more because I wasn’t so focused on picking things apart and scrutinizing; I was taking things in as they were presented to me and trying to see what made the piece/story/whatever turn into whatever it was that it became. (That was a horrible sentence.)

Another thing that I said I wanted to do and I think I at least attempted, which I have to give myself some kudos for, is stepping away from the narrative. As seen in my workshop, I tried not to make it so much of an actual plot as contemplation, I guess. That’s the best way I could describe it. My success is debatable, but at this point I’ve honestly stopped caring (in a good way).

Throughout this course I’ve stressed and stressed about doing things correctly. But there is no correct way to mix-up, mash-up, collage. I may not have always done the best or most impressive; I could certainly improve and I intend to. I truly think this was a valuable course because it helped me to look at writing in a completely different way and that is not an opportunity afforded in any other class offered probably anywhere at any time. Ever. I do think I improved over the course of the semester. I hope? Perhaps, I don’t know, really.

Regardless… I loved this class and no other class will ever live up to it. Thanks guise, you so great.

And good luck to you seniors going off on your boondocking, TBS-interviewing, Alyssa-I-don’t-know-what-you’re-doing-but-good-luck-with-it, endeavors!