Learning to live life with painful and chronic illnesses, while living with someone with whom also has a chronic illness. Learning more about the darker side of medicine, finding strength I never thought I had, meeting amazing people along the way, and finding myself trying to help those same people and more like me because we're all going through the same thing. At the end of the day, it's not about what we can't do anymore, but what we CAN do.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Almost Fall
Yep, it's that time of year again--leaves are starting to change, cooler (if not outright cold) temperatures at night, scents of cinnamon, pumpkin, apples, and mums. And, of course, return to school. This semester isn't looking too stressful overall. My online class doesn't start until the middle of next month, I've never had a problem handling any of my psychology courses and this one doesn't look to be any different, and then there's my final English course--Prose. Not just reading and analyzing it, but actual creative writing workshops. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit nervous. First of all, I am one of only two non-English majors in the course. Secondly, I haven't written anything in over 15 years that wasn't a research or analytical paper. I do have a few things going for me, though. I couldn't have asked for better English teachers in high school (at least two of them were great) who not only helped me express my creativity, but taught me the essentials of composition and grammar. I also consider myself a pretty creative person. More often than not my stumbling block has been finding a way to express that creativity in a way that the meaning/thoughts/images in my mind are conveyed as I see them. This should be interesting to say the least.
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