My self-reflective essay for Romantic Poetry has turned into an emotional endeavor of a narrative and I’m loving it.
Damn, this essay has some of the best writing I’ve ever done. I’m usually shit at writing about myself, but this is one of those few teachers where I have this weird relationship with. Basically, everything feels like a challenge. Even when I’m talking with him about non class-related stuff, I feel like I’m being challenged and I have to fight back, so I tend to put a lot into what I do, especially if it’s personal like this essay. I wish I had this kind of energy when writing other things like query letters. Maybe I should write my query letters like they’re homework for this class.