Another Semester Finished--New Beginnings
With another semester of College passed, I can honestly say that this is the most I have learned in quite a while. However, it's a silly thing to say--I only took two classes! These were of course, as my twitter followers and close friends know, College composition and Swimming. With only five credits in total, it is nothing in comparison to the twelve credits normally seen as a "full load."
The writing class was one of my favorite classes, only up against my past Italian course. While many students would grimace at the syllabus, I loved that it was a semester of nothing but writing week after week of essays. We reviewed news articles, debates, and sometimes even past occurrences of war. It grounded me a bit in what's really happening in our crazy society, and sadly I admit, I've become even more of a news watcher now.
Swimming was amazing. Pushing myself to new boundaries, testing my limits, and ultimately building a body I feel proud of--and a wicked california tan. I'm ultimately saddened that the semester ended, with these great courses and even greater professors now old news, but they gave me knowledge in athleticism and writing that I know I will continue to use.
Now the cool news: My writing professor, a short, older woman, enjoyed my writing and interest in the course. She noticed that I liked writing, using it to vent out and discuss rather than using speech, and assisting others with their papers. She asked what I wanted to do, and I told her to become a creative writer, if not just a writer in general.
Out of the kindness of her heart, she gave me the number to one of her friends and co-workers--a man who took her class himself, where he met his current wife. He's a published author, rather well published actually, and teaches various college courses in this subject. He spoke with me the other day, and agreed to work with me on my skills (after informing he plans to be looking through some of them, of course). He asked me to call him again at the beginning of July when he's open, and from there we can start. I am both horrified, and excited.
My professor didn't finish there, having me meet her writer friend, but also emailed the director of the college to recommend me as a tutor for the college's writing center, hopefully accepting to me as I could make around 8-14 bucks an hour for simply writing and tutoring.
Hopefully this is the change I have been waiting for in my life, and things only get better.
The writing class was one of my favorite classes, only up against my past Italian course. While many students would grimace at the syllabus, I loved that it was a semester of nothing but writing week after week of essays. We reviewed news articles, debates, and sometimes even past occurrences of war. It grounded me a bit in what's really happening in our crazy society, and sadly I admit, I've become even more of a news watcher now.
Swimming was amazing. Pushing myself to new boundaries, testing my limits, and ultimately building a body I feel proud of--and a wicked california tan. I'm ultimately saddened that the semester ended, with these great courses and even greater professors now old news, but they gave me knowledge in athleticism and writing that I know I will continue to use.
Now the cool news: My writing professor, a short, older woman, enjoyed my writing and interest in the course. She noticed that I liked writing, using it to vent out and discuss rather than using speech, and assisting others with their papers. She asked what I wanted to do, and I told her to become a creative writer, if not just a writer in general.
Out of the kindness of her heart, she gave me the number to one of her friends and co-workers--a man who took her class himself, where he met his current wife. He's a published author, rather well published actually, and teaches various college courses in this subject. He spoke with me the other day, and agreed to work with me on my skills (after informing he plans to be looking through some of them, of course). He asked me to call him again at the beginning of July when he's open, and from there we can start. I am both horrified, and excited.
My professor didn't finish there, having me meet her writer friend, but also emailed the director of the college to recommend me as a tutor for the college's writing center, hopefully accepting to me as I could make around 8-14 bucks an hour for simply writing and tutoring.
Hopefully this is the change I have been waiting for in my life, and things only get better.