My Adventure With Creative Writing
- Posted by Essays Blog in Essays Blog |
- March 26th, 2009 |
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During my last semester of college I had a few hours that I got to fill with elective classes. I had heard good things about the professor who taught Creative Writing and so I autographed up for the class without overmuch cerebration about the content of the class or what it would require of me. Little did I know when I autographed up that the Creative Writing class would be one of the hardest of my entire college experience.
I entered the class on the first day of the semester and was surrounded by what appeared to be all English and Art double majors. I proved to shake the fact that I was surrounded by people who compose excessive amounts of poetry and gripping abbreviated stories for fun, but I just couldn’t do it. In my mind all I could entertain was the inevitable failures that were to come as I glanced at the curriculum of assignments for the months ahead. I even calculated my credits for graduation on the evening after that first class to accompany if thither was any artifact that I could graduate without action Creative Writing class.
Because I needed the credits, and quite honestly because I was intrigued by my classmates, I entered the classroom on the 2nd day of class and on each day that Creative Writing met for the entire semester. It proved to be the most challenging classroom of my education. Each time I entered it was with a mixture of fear and excitement. I felt fear because I knew that each day things were required of me in Creative Writing that I had never experienced before, yet I was excited because I had so rarely been challenged to believe, really believe, before.
The first half of the semester Creative Writing was focused entirely on poetry. I exhausted many late nights and many binge filled afternoons employed on writing poems. It didn’t come easily for me like it did for all of my classmates. Poetry was what naturally came from their mouths everytime they talked. I was certainly not old to making my words channel beautiful or intentional. The goal of our poetry area in Creative Writing was to come up with ten polished poems that each met different requirements.
After the excruciate of poetry we moved on to writing abbreviated stories and scripts. This half of Creative Writing class proved no less challenging for me. I struggled every day until the last assignment had been turned in.
In the end, Creative Writing was not only the most difficult class I had ever appropriated, it was also my favorite.