Reflective Letter
For our reflective letter we were told to write a letter to someone and tell them about our class. I choose to write my letter to my best friend Allison and talk to her about myself becoming a better person.
Dear Allison,
In the begging of my English 100 class we had become distant. We were at different points in our lives and didn't now khat to do about it. The confliction of our lifestyles were too hard to comprehend and we had to walk away from each other. Through the semester I have been given a lot of assignments and papers. At first I viewed them just as college bullshit. Then I realized something. As I wrote more and more reflective papers on my weeks and did he various other assignments in class I was becoming more aware of who I am as a person. We talked about Plato' Clay theory, it made me realize that just because your world is different then mie that is doesn't mean its any less real. I accept you and your world. This class has me opening my eyes, ears, and heart in a way I don't understand, yet I am okay with it.
I love you more then you can even imagine. We just started talking to each other again a week ago, I know are friendship isn't the same, but that doesn't mean it isn't any less beautiful then it used to be.
In the begging of my English 100 class we had become distant. We were at different points in our lives and didn't now khat to do about it. The confliction of our lifestyles were too hard to comprehend and we had to walk away from each other. Through the semester I have been given a lot of assignments and papers. At first I viewed them just as college bullshit. Then I realized something. As I wrote more and more reflective papers on my weeks and did he various other assignments in class I was becoming more aware of who I am as a person. We talked about Plato' Clay theory, it made me realize that just because your world is different then mie that is doesn't mean its any less real. I accept you and your world. This class has me opening my eyes, ears, and heart in a way I don't understand, yet I am okay with it.
I love you more then you can even imagine. We just started talking to each other again a week ago, I know are friendship isn't the same, but that doesn't mean it isn't any less beautiful then it used to be.
This is my second draft of my Reflective Letter
To whom this may concern,
I hate school. I think i am a horrible writer, but i do have some solid ideas. I took a year and a half off inbetween high school and college, so i was very apprehensive about my intelligence and how well i was going to do in the school setting. Does school even work the same way? Do the cool kids still carry around gum? Will people like me? As I though a million and one questions I realized the common answer to them all; I will never find out unless i walk through that door.
As i walked through that door; everyone got silent and looked at me. All i could think was “Great my nightmare if now real life; this is fantastic…. atleast im wearing clothes…?”
“We are making a website!” *Jazz hands* okay so he might not of done the jazz hands thing or wore a ring masters suit, but thats how i took it and i wanted to shoot myself in the face. a website is something that anyone can see, people in japan that i dont know could read it (i highly doubt they will, but its the principal of it.) I can barely grow the balls to order coffee at starbucks; how am i going to put my writing on display like that?
As we began doing assignments i quickly realized that the website made me into a perfectionist. I never got anything done on time and nothing was good enough. I would write and write; only to rip another page out of my notebook crumble it up and throw it against the wall. This class helped me realize how horrible my time management is. Working 47 hours a week, trying to go to school, and live a normal 20 year old life wasnt working. I mean obviously i couldnt stop doing any of those things; so whats sleep? i mean seriously who need sleep anyway when you can just main line some coffee straight to the brain. My lunch breaks at work stopped consisting of chain smoking cigs and became my 30 minutes to try and write while people wanted to gossip with me. The class really consisted of three main papers we were given and some busy work thrown in the mix. The first main paper was the creative nonfiction essay. we had to write about the last two months of our lives. I wrote about leaving the program of Narcotics anonymous, losing friends, feeling my world caving in and realizing at the end of the day no matter what that everything would be okay. This topic was and still is very close to my heart. I knew if i wrote on it i would have to be completely honest. At times it was hard. I wanted to scream and rip my hair out, choose another topic and move on.
Our second major paper was the I-search paper. We watched the documentary food matters in class in order to spark ideas. We were told we could tackle any question that was desirably for us. I decided on “can a healthy diet as a child go into being a adult and lead to a lower risk of cardiovascular problems in adulthood? This was a difficult task to write on. After talking to the teacher we came to realization that i was writing two papers; one on childrens health, and another on cardiovascular problems in america. Creating a connection and transition back and forth between the two was very difficult and something im not sure of as if i did strongly enough. THe paper has made me question not only the food i put into my body, but also my opinions and viewpoints on relevant problems in society today.
The third major paper is the reflective letter. In this letter we write to anyone we want; we discuss the class as a whole. We are to look back from where we started and where we are today.
I began this class with the self confidence of a fish trying to climb a tree. I did not believe in myself or my writing. As the semester went on I started to do that very thing. I still struggle greatly with time management. I do now however believe in myself as a writer.
I hate school. I think i am a horrible writer, but i do have some solid ideas. I took a year and a half off inbetween high school and college, so i was very apprehensive about my intelligence and how well i was going to do in the school setting. Does school even work the same way? Do the cool kids still carry around gum? Will people like me? As I though a million and one questions I realized the common answer to them all; I will never find out unless i walk through that door.
As i walked through that door; everyone got silent and looked at me. All i could think was “Great my nightmare if now real life; this is fantastic…. atleast im wearing clothes…?”
“We are making a website!” *Jazz hands* okay so he might not of done the jazz hands thing or wore a ring masters suit, but thats how i took it and i wanted to shoot myself in the face. a website is something that anyone can see, people in japan that i dont know could read it (i highly doubt they will, but its the principal of it.) I can barely grow the balls to order coffee at starbucks; how am i going to put my writing on display like that?
As we began doing assignments i quickly realized that the website made me into a perfectionist. I never got anything done on time and nothing was good enough. I would write and write; only to rip another page out of my notebook crumble it up and throw it against the wall. This class helped me realize how horrible my time management is. Working 47 hours a week, trying to go to school, and live a normal 20 year old life wasnt working. I mean obviously i couldnt stop doing any of those things; so whats sleep? i mean seriously who need sleep anyway when you can just main line some coffee straight to the brain. My lunch breaks at work stopped consisting of chain smoking cigs and became my 30 minutes to try and write while people wanted to gossip with me. The class really consisted of three main papers we were given and some busy work thrown in the mix. The first main paper was the creative nonfiction essay. we had to write about the last two months of our lives. I wrote about leaving the program of Narcotics anonymous, losing friends, feeling my world caving in and realizing at the end of the day no matter what that everything would be okay. This topic was and still is very close to my heart. I knew if i wrote on it i would have to be completely honest. At times it was hard. I wanted to scream and rip my hair out, choose another topic and move on.
Our second major paper was the I-search paper. We watched the documentary food matters in class in order to spark ideas. We were told we could tackle any question that was desirably for us. I decided on “can a healthy diet as a child go into being a adult and lead to a lower risk of cardiovascular problems in adulthood? This was a difficult task to write on. After talking to the teacher we came to realization that i was writing two papers; one on childrens health, and another on cardiovascular problems in america. Creating a connection and transition back and forth between the two was very difficult and something im not sure of as if i did strongly enough. THe paper has made me question not only the food i put into my body, but also my opinions and viewpoints on relevant problems in society today.
The third major paper is the reflective letter. In this letter we write to anyone we want; we discuss the class as a whole. We are to look back from where we started and where we are today.
I began this class with the self confidence of a fish trying to climb a tree. I did not believe in myself or my writing. As the semester went on I started to do that very thing. I still struggle greatly with time management. I do now however believe in myself as a writer.