Yes, the title of my blog post shows my exact reaction when I finished reading my DSP paper I wrote this summer. When I came to this class, I considered myself a decent writer, not the best, but somewhere a few levels above average. Did I want to become better? No, I would hardly take a rigorous writing class in college if I did not end up in LHSP. I would end up in some English 125 eventually, but I feel, none of them would make me experience such a wide range of feelings from mental breakdown and screaming: "I WILL NEVER write again in my life" to overwhelming joy of getting an A.
This class made me work. However, it was not work for nothing, because I did become a better writer. I can see that from the difference between my summer paper and all the papers I produced for this class. I never thought I loved writing.
In this class I realized that I do.
This class made me work. However, it was not work for nothing, because I did become a better writer. I can see that from the difference between my summer paper and all the papers I produced for this class. I never thought I loved writing.
In this class I realized that I do.
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