My Conclusion.

Reading back through my blogs, I notice a vast and unequivocal improvement in my writing style with each one. I definitely learned to write about things on a deeper level, and each assignment got more meaningful. Most of my blogs are about the themes and different things in the books we read in class, and even the themes, symbols, and motifs I write about improve. I think this blog helped me delve deeper into all the books we read than I would have with just the in class assignments, because I was able to really think about things in a comfortable environment, and wasn't afraid of sounding dumb because it doesn't feel like it's really me saying it. I actually think I sound smarter in my blogs!

I have learned how to look at things in a different way, and analyze them. I have written about my experiences, about important things to me, about lots of books, about what these books mean to me, and many more things. My blog is about English, yes, but it is ALL about me as a writer and as a reader and as a student. It's about my input and opinions on things. It's about how I look at things. It's about what people don't usually give the time to listen to so I don't share it. I have evolved as a writer in every way I could. Not just from my blog, but it shows on my blog.

My blog is significant because it is my words. No one else's blog is like mine. Showing yourself in your own words and "to be yourself is all that you can do" (from the song Be Yourself by Audioslave).We all have the same posts, but we're all very different. All of us look at the assignments in different ways and go about writing them in different ways. You cannot find anything like my blog anywhere else, because it is so significantly me! The meaning of my blog is just me growing as a writer. Each post is so different, that there isn't a meaning like love or dreaming or hurt. It's just about me, myself, and I (kind of). In the timeless words of Forest Gump, "If God intended us all to be the same, he'd have given all of us braces on our legs."

Reflecting on a Memorable Assignment

One of the most memorable assignments to me from this English class is my summer assignment. It was my first high school assignment ever, and i got 100% on it. It was most memeroable because I worked the longest on it, it is the longest assignment I've done, and I worked on it it many different places. Since I did it over summer break, I worked on it at home, camping, on two different plane rides, and on vacation in Florida. I remember being very stressed over finishing it and getting an A, as it is an honors class and I wasn't sure how hard the gradig would be.
It really prepared me for what to expect for the rest of the year, and prepared me for highschool. I probably put the most effort into it out of all the assignments we did. I was so proud of my grade on it, and it helped motivate me to put in my best the rest of the year. I would have rather not have done the assignment, but it was stil my most memorable because of he length, grade, and it being my first highschool assignment.

A Good Experience With Poetry

I used to stay at my granparents house a lot. They live in Tumwater, which is really close to where I live. One memory I have from staying there is my Grandma reading poems to me from Where The Sidewalk Ends, by Shel Silverstein. She would read to me or I would read to her every night. I loved the rhymes and imagination and creativity in all of the different poems.

My favorite poem was always "I Was Walking in a Circle." The words are written in an actual circle, and the end of it leads to the beginning. So in a way it's a never ending poem. I would read it as many times as I could until my Grandma said we should read another one. I even memorized it so I would always say it at school or to my parents. I liked a lot of other ones too, but that one stands out most in my memory.
This made a positive impact on my life because it got me excited about poetry. In school whenever my teachers would say we would be writing poetry, I would remember all the poems I read with my Grandma and couldn't wait to start writing. In some ways it also helped me with creativity, because it gave me ideas and helped me write my own poems. If I hadn't read those poems when I was younger, I doubt I would have wanted to write poetry as much.
At this point in my life, I don't like poetry as much as I used to but I still like it. I feel like I'm not as creative as I used to be. When I hear the word poetry, I dont get really excited like I used to, but I don't feel dread either. I still really enjoy reading poetry, but my feelings toward writing it are neutral.