This is my personal reflection of my writing process. Please feel free to comment and critique! - Lauren Campbell

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Some of my random thoughts: (I don't know how to organize these pages, so any help or advice would be appreciated!)

9/7/10: As I was driving to school I experienced a flashback from high school, you will probably realize that much of my life consists of flashbacks. With my hectic schedule this semester, it's not surprising that I might get confused as to which class I should be attending at which time. Back in high school, I think it was my sophomore year, I accidentally went to French class second period rather than third as scheduled. My teacher was terribly confused as it was her planning period and I was supposed to be in math. I re-experienced this feeling this morning as I was headed to the Sarasota campus. Because of Labor Day, I did not go to my class in St. Pete yesterday. I have not felt like this since that day in high school. While I vowed to never let that ever happen again, I realized that all it would take is a left rather than a right turn onto US 19 for this odd flashback to become reality. -LMC

9/7/10: My boyfriend made the comment to me this afternoon how political I am. I was aghast! I hate politics. As I remembered what I had been discussing, or debating (with myself), he made perfect sense. I realized that I no longer know who I am. I mean of course I know who I am, but I always thought of myself as a peace maker and now I see I am, a lot of the time the instigator. This was an enormous shock to me. I absolutely love being right! And I would probably argue with myself for hours trying to prove that point! I may be shaping a career that I never intended to pursue because I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. In A Rulebook for Arguments I realized that as poorly as I tend to write arguments I sure can create an argument within my head and create a debate. I also think that I am a minimally vocal person, yet I tend to create "arguments" regarding my day and its happenings and present them to him at minimum on a daily basis. 

I am much more vocal than I have been in the past. Previously, I would be lucky to raise my hand to answer a question, even if I knew the answer was absolutely right, for fear of being wrong. Psychologically it's hard for me to get past that feeling of failure. I think my teachers cannot understand this feeling that takes over me. TBC -LMC

9/8/10: Not quite so lost and confused! Today my boyfriend and I went to Orlando for my birthday to go to the "Titanic Experience." We had basically no idea what to expect other than I am a hopeless romantic who loves the movie, and I knew the grand staircase was represented. I'm also very interested in history. As we soon found out, we were classified as different passengers on the ship. We were given a card that had our name, age, photograph, and a brief description of who we were and which class we were traveling. At the end of the tour, we were able to look through the list of names to discover if our character had survived or not. My character, Miss Margaret "Peggy" Devaney survived and my boyfriend's character, Mr. John Bell was lost. We were given the suggestion to Google our character's name and lean more about them. I thought that this would make not only an interesting blog, but also an interesting piece to use and elaborate on throughout the semester. It may not have been Vegas, but it sure was an awesome birthday! And to top it off, I have finally found my piece!

9/21/10: As I was listening to the students in my Introduction to Education yesterday, comprised of mostly freshman, I was appalled at so much of what they were saying. Many of these students seemed to accept the fact that students in primary and secondary education do not know how to write properly. Instead they are writing in txt form. One student even said that she wasn't very good with English. She said that even when texting, she has difficulty spelling words jsut to her friends and such. It really scared me to think that not only was this a college student, but one who would be responsible for educating the future generation. Although I am not an education major, I have a serious concern for students in the current and future generations. So many of these college students just make it seem as though all they need is an education. They don't tend to think beyond just getting a degree and realize that they also have to create a resume, take examinations, as well as teach these students how to read and write properly. They cannot teach their students if they do not understand the material themselves. I thought it might make an interesting satirical piece. I'll attempt it and post as I go.

satire, parody, pastiche

9/28/10: I seriously feel like I'm going to die right now. I knew that taking 18 hours would be a very stressful endeavor, but I seriously had no idea. This semester has been amazingly easy for me, but that relaxed manner that I have adapted is coming back to haunt me. I have four midterms coming up in two weeks along with a paper to write and a novel to read. While Literature has been my life for nearly 15 years, I'm beginning to think literature sucks! I mean seriously. How many times per week can you actually sit down and destroy pieces of literature. It hurts me to pick apart these great pieces of literature. Maybe it's because I'm nearing that glorious day of graduation (83 days!), but I'm becoming jaded toward my cruel literature professors. I am so ready to be free, but I still have to work through the rest of the semester. All I want to do is sleep and relax, but every time I take a break, it piles up and makes me even more stressed out. I'm beginning to get daily migraines. I know I have to keep going or it will be much more than 83 days until graduation. It's got to get better, but right now I just can't imagine my life being anymore miserable than it is at this exact moment.

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