I would have paid more attention to certain classes, particularly my English classes.
I hated English all through my school career. I hated reading. I hated writing.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, now that I’m no longer in school, I love reading and I love writing.
And now, I wish I paid more attention in all the writing classes I took in college.
I thought about taking an continuing ed class on writing at the city college here. But the only one that sounded appealing was heavily focused on getting your fiction writing published. Not really what I’m looking for. I also thought about taking this story telling class that was being offered, but it was on Saturdays from 9a – 4p. Don’t know why it would be so time consuming.
I also remember one of my professors (not English) handing me back a mid-term paper filled with red markings. Almost every sentence had something wrong with it. And at the end of the paper he wrote, “Great thoughts. But you write the way you speak. And the way you speak is incorrect.”
I was never a model student. I only did enough to get the grades I wanted. Only a handful of classes did I want to excel in and put effort into doing so. So, after that paper, I figured in all my English classes and writing projects, I’d do just enough to get a better than passing grade. There’s no point of trying to become a better writer because my profession wouldn’t require it (though at the time, I had no idea what I wanted to be.)
If I could turn back the hands of time, eh?
But, I’m glad that I have this blog to continue to flesh out ideas through writing that I don’t have a chance to preach about or teach about at church.
And I think since my first post ever on this blog to now: a lot has changed in both my writing and thinking.