Final Thoughts (yes, I know this is late)

This semester has gone by very quickly. When I first signed up for my classes, I knew I would have to take my last two gen ed's in the Art category, so I picked this class as one of them. I have to say that going through this entire class, I don't know if I have become a better writer. In my opinion, writing has always come kind of "naturally" to me in the sense that I can write about almost anything. I'm pretty opinionated, so sometimes the things I write about have some bias toward them. I don't think it affects the message though.

My writing process hasn't really changed that much. In this post I can already tell you that it looks kind of scattered. Particularly because I'm not 100% sure what things I should be pin-pointing. What I do know, though, is that my experience with this class has been pretty unique. I had never attended readings or any type of shows but by making at least two of them mandatory I feel like I've experienced something I wouldn't normally set out to experience. In my writing, I wasn't too fond of writing poems or fiction (because I hate fiction) but when I force myself to go through it, it all turned out okay in the end. I found out that my sister liked my writing, so that was kind of inspirational, in some sort of abstract way. At the end of the day though, I don't feel quite as satisfied about all of my courses this semester, it's probably the two art gen ed's speaking, though.

For my final thought on writing, I just want to say that I feel writing is particularly a leisure activity. I feel like if I was going to write about something, I would only want it to be informative. Why? Because I'm addicted to relevant information. I do not like spending time wandering the possibilities of things that don't exist. I want to convey a message that will make people think about Something. I find this the most effective way to communicate. In the beginning of class, I said that I was a part of something called "The Zeitgeist Movement", and I will stick to my thoughts about writing and offer something relevant to anybody who decides to read this. So I leave you with this:

www.TheVenusProject.com

www.TheZeitgeistMovement.com

www.ZeitgeistMovie.com

Happy learning.

Essay Packet 2

Okay so for this blog response I will be talking about essay packet #2. Out of all the essays on this packet, I have to say that none of them quite stood out any more than the others. I didn't really have a favorite nor did I like any of them that much. This is usually not the case, but I digress.

So anyway, the first essay "Three Voices" is terribly confusing. In all three parts they mention an or the color orange, but I don't know the significance. There really is no plot to these essays other than what seems like random babbling about some type of life experience. In all three parts, it may seem to be speaking of the past, present, and future of ones life, but I haven't quite figured that out. Near the end it makes some type of reference to the life translating English to Spanish and vice versa. Almost to be defined in text as: Young Woman Longing Life Stranger is Orange Angel of Wonder, My Life is Sacred. I don't get this one.

The second essay, The Fine Art of Sighing, really pisses me off to put it quite frankly. The idea is that everybody sighs for different reasons. We all sigh with our bodies and we all sigh differently. In this idea we are all connected through this sighing, and makes its point in mentioning a literal Bridge of Sighs. Well isn't that just beautiful. We all eat food. We all drink water. We all breathe clean air. We all think with our brain. We are a human species. We all make decisions. We all grow old. We all die... Why would the author pick sighing? Yes, I understand that we are all connected, but we are all connected for multiple reasons. I don't know why the author picked this one, I suppose it just doesn't resonate well with me.

The third essay, Crumbling Expectations, isn't one that is quite my favorite either. It follows similar to the first that most of the time I wasn't quite sure what was going on. It was only when we spoke of it in a group did I understand its meaning, and even then it was a little shaky. This story tries to convey that almost all of our lives are similar. The characters father had drafts of novels which had a set storyline. The character tried to rewrite the story but in the end the same thing happened. The idea that we all have goals and things that we cherish, and even cherish them while neglecting other things. Then the idea that when these things fail and are destroyed, only then do we realize the things we had all along. I suppose this is a story that teaches us to appreciate what we do have, but even then I couldn't be happy with the message, because there are so many things that people do NOT have, that NEED to have things vital to Life, that I couldn't feel "right" telling them to appreciate what they do have. I don't know. Confusing!