My friend Sara has been telling me for years that I should start a blog because she likes my writing style. I kind of resisted because "I don't have a topic" which is sort of a cop-out. More likely I resisted because all I could think of were those days during and just after high school where I had all manner of LiveJournals and DeadJournals (the early 00's mall-goth equivalent of LiveJournal), wherein I would share the monotonous details of my daily life and cryptic posts about personal drama. Life was so hard, I thought.
But again, writing is an exercise I've always enjoyed.
When I worked for A-F my old boss Jorge once told me something along the lines of "If you can write a coherent sentence that is spelled correctly, you'll end up going far." It was advice I took to heart. I remember taking that advice right to the papers I was writing in CCAC at the time and having a professor, who's name is now lost to me, telling me that she really appreciated my paper writing because I didn't make stupid mistakes, and offered an example where one of my classmates wrote "Chineses" in a paper as a plural for "Chinese People."
Much later, after I moved from CCAC to Pitt, I took two nonfiction writing classes during my final two semesters and they were easily my favorite classes for the remainder of my time in college. I wrote about a weird experience in law enforcement I once had. I wrote about my first band t-shirt. A weird feud between some bands I knew. A trip to a rally in DC. They weren't all good. In fact I'm sure most of them were probably pretty bad. But I enjoyed writing.
So I guess I'm gonna write. I'm out of time at the moment but I'll return to this soon.
But again, writing is an exercise I've always enjoyed.
When I worked for A-F my old boss Jorge once told me something along the lines of "If you can write a coherent sentence that is spelled correctly, you'll end up going far." It was advice I took to heart. I remember taking that advice right to the papers I was writing in CCAC at the time and having a professor, who's name is now lost to me, telling me that she really appreciated my paper writing because I didn't make stupid mistakes, and offered an example where one of my classmates wrote "Chineses" in a paper as a plural for "Chinese People."
Much later, after I moved from CCAC to Pitt, I took two nonfiction writing classes during my final two semesters and they were easily my favorite classes for the remainder of my time in college. I wrote about a weird experience in law enforcement I once had. I wrote about my first band t-shirt. A weird feud between some bands I knew. A trip to a rally in DC. They weren't all good. In fact I'm sure most of them were probably pretty bad. But I enjoyed writing.
So I guess I'm gonna write. I'm out of time at the moment but I'll return to this soon.
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