It's hard to believe it's been about three months, maybe less, that I've been pursuing this field working project. After reading the letter I wrote to my professor, Dr. Cook, on the 10th of September, I've realized that I'm an anxious person. Three months ago I was anxious, nervous and indecisive about my field site. Today I'm anxious and nervous about how to organize my field working paper, so not much has changed. But at the same time, a lot has changed; specifically the amount of work I've done.
This project is definitely something I've never encountered before. The types of writing my professor had us do was extremely versatile We went from writing poetry, to verbal snapshots, to literature reviews, to reflections, to blog posts, to research proposals, the list goes on and on. The types of writing I've done this semester trumps the diversity of writing I did in my four years of high school.
I came into this semester thinking that I was a pretty good writer, even a little above average, but on my first day my confidence sunk. The short paragraph we wrote in our first class showed me that I had a lot of work today; especially compared to my fellow classmates' paragraphs, which seemed to come straight out of a reward winning novel. Throughout the semester I began to get my stride back. I learned how description is extremely valuable and I was able to incorporate that into my writing so much more. Today, I'm much more confident about my writing, specifically my field working paper. I'm still not done, but sometimes when I proof-read and edit, I really reflect on how my writing has improved noticeably Although this class is a required class for all freshman, I can honestly say I enjoyed it; whether this is because of my professor, the style of the class, or a combination of the two(this one!) I can honestly say I don't hate writing, I actually kind of like it.
