writing

Writing. I used to have a love-hate relationship with it, for sure. Memories of crying over one paragraph book reports that took me 3 hours and staying up till 2am to finish CWG assignments. But at the same time there was the quest for the perfect word to fit in that spot, to put words down in a way that would speak to the reader. Of course that's only when I cared. Sometimes I was content to just let mediocre language appear in Times New Roman, usually when it was past 1am. And I didn't feel a need to try harder, because I still got high marks on my work. Bad habit, I know.

I have to say in general it's still the same way right now. I write better when I leave myself more time. I still get a good grade when I churn out the four page essay the night before. But now I enjoy it more. I enjoy the outcome of a paper I'm content with and know I put effort into. I even almost enjoy the process of producing the paper. Almost. And I still get good grades on them. I had a one-on-one conference with my writing prof today and she was surprised I wasn't planning to be an English major because I was a good writer. Well, it's definitely good to know my writing is worth something. I was planning to register for another writing class next sem anyway because it turned out to be much funner than I expected. And it's a good break from mooozik.

Jukebox rehearsal tonight, let's see how it goes.