I’m honestly so surprised I got through this semester without missing a single blog. I’m very bad at managing my time and procrastinate everything to the very last second, so doing all the blogs this semester is a very big accomplishment for me. This class was definitely different from how I expected it to turn out, but I’m really glad I was forced to take it! Not only was I able to express myself better than I have in any other class I’ve taken before, I also made a couple of new friends in such a small class (that’s another first in my college career).
Anyways, back to the actual content of this blog post. While there were so many things I enjoyed doing in this class, the one thing that I enjoyed writing the most was the memoir narrative. Even though it was difficult to get started in the beginning, it made me think and reflect on aspects of my life and the way I think and feel now. I enjoyed the challenge of writing a different kind of genre that I’m usually not used to.
The hardest part of writing the memoir was actually before I even started writing it. Thinking of a single moment in my past to write about that held a special significance to me was difficult. Finding that one moment I could write about in the 20 years I’ve been alive took a really long time, but when I finally thought of something I could write about, the words just wrote themselves on the page as I recalled my feelings of angst at the time my recalled memory took place. Even though I enjoyed writing the memoir for the class, I don’t think I’d ever voluntarily write another one for fun. In the end, it was just way too much reflection done on my life that I usually never think about.
I hope you’re all enjoying this class as much as I am and with that said, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! :D
