How discouraging...I had a meeting with my Professor who teaches my favorite class of this quarter: ENG 320, Renaissance Literature. My goal was to a 4.0 and after receiving my second paper, the goal seems a little more dim. Lately, I've been focusing on creative ideas and learning the history that I neglected perfecting my writing. I seem to have lost my ability to construct brilliant sentences.
"Hyzel, your ideas are amazing, they are very radical. Your argumentative skills are impressive and almost humorous. However, you've been lacking style."
For any writers, this is heartbreaking. Style separates the greats from the mediocre. Without separation from sub par, it becomes difficult to believe that my writing can be (as of late) exceptional. On a lighter note, I am pushing myself to stay hungry. Shakespeare, Donne, Milton and Wyatt were not all perfect, right?
If I were to watch myself fall apart at every obstacle, what would I call myself? Whatever it would be, it is not the person that my parents raised. I'm staying hungry.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
east coast post.
I asked myself the other day, why don't I write as often? Although my reasons do not permit as legit, I figured any reason is good enough.
1. Not enough time.
2. I often write to complain.
3. Artistic inspiration has lead to somewhere else.
Reasons one and two are pretty depressing, and really no reasons at all. I looked at my previous scribbles; Wow, I complain and write when I'm upset. This is not a surprise, assuming that the best writing derives from fury and passion. Three, seems feasible. I recently painted a mural on my wall, bake almost everyday, buying more fabric to one day successfully make a gown and lastly, I've been doing so much more reading that writing.
I received my acceptance letter to both Boston and New York - applying to schools on the East Coast was just a spontaneous thing. I did not really expect to get in. Yes, I am totally considering it. I have a year and a half until I graduate, and perhaps I should just stick it out instead of bouncing from school to school. Chicago to DeKalb, back to Chicago, and then to the East Coast? I thought I should possibly wait until my high education to achieve these dying dreams - but what is the time is now?! Then, what? Did I throw it away because I was too nervous? or even, thought too much? Being a double major, and transferring schools is such a pain in the ass. Most of my credits did not even come through, and several of my AP credits were not able to count considering they were "old." OLD?! Was high school that long ago?
Well, on a brighter note, I have time to think about it; a month to be exact.
Only time will tell. Either, I go to the East Coast and conquer it. Or, I graduate in Chicago, and then go the East Coast. Which ever I choose , I am sure I will pave some way for myself.
postscript; I am no longer underage. Beers for everyone.
1. Not enough time.
2. I often write to complain.
3. Artistic inspiration has lead to somewhere else.
Reasons one and two are pretty depressing, and really no reasons at all. I looked at my previous scribbles; Wow, I complain and write when I'm upset. This is not a surprise, assuming that the best writing derives from fury and passion. Three, seems feasible. I recently painted a mural on my wall, bake almost everyday, buying more fabric to one day successfully make a gown and lastly, I've been doing so much more reading that writing.
I received my acceptance letter to both Boston and New York - applying to schools on the East Coast was just a spontaneous thing. I did not really expect to get in. Yes, I am totally considering it. I have a year and a half until I graduate, and perhaps I should just stick it out instead of bouncing from school to school. Chicago to DeKalb, back to Chicago, and then to the East Coast? I thought I should possibly wait until my high education to achieve these dying dreams - but what is the time is now?! Then, what? Did I throw it away because I was too nervous? or even, thought too much? Being a double major, and transferring schools is such a pain in the ass. Most of my credits did not even come through, and several of my AP credits were not able to count considering they were "old." OLD?! Was high school that long ago?
Well, on a brighter note, I have time to think about it; a month to be exact.
Only time will tell. Either, I go to the East Coast and conquer it. Or, I graduate in Chicago, and then go the East Coast. Which ever I choose , I am sure I will pave some way for myself.
postscript; I am no longer underage. Beers for everyone.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Recap;
I have to points to touch: neither compliment or meet in similarity. Uno!, I have sold my soul to mostly everything that can revitalize self worth. Dos!, I miss my sisters.
Since coming back to the civilization in the windy city, I assumed wrong when thinking that everything would be easier. Yes, I have a small amount of income being made for myself (which I so wisely spend on food, make-up, clothing) which alone is very helpful. And yes! I have been able to help out more at home. Helping at home, making some money, taking on more responsibility when you're being relied on so much. I found that my mom relies on me and at times uses her mother guilt-tripping tactics to make me help out. I know, it should be voluntary --- but rough to say, I have a life outside of holding a groom stick and spraying Lysol. Making money is wonderful. Very wonderful. But spending it, and getting parking tickets is not. I often get buyer's remorse.
...tbc. ;] homework time.
Since coming back to the civilization in the windy city, I assumed wrong when thinking that everything would be easier. Yes, I have a small amount of income being made for myself (which I so wisely spend on food, make-up, clothing) which alone is very helpful. And yes! I have been able to help out more at home. Helping at home, making some money, taking on more responsibility when you're being relied on so much. I found that my mom relies on me and at times uses her mother guilt-tripping tactics to make me help out. I know, it should be voluntary --- but rough to say, I have a life outside of holding a groom stick and spraying Lysol. Making money is wonderful. Very wonderful. But spending it, and getting parking tickets is not. I often get buyer's remorse.
...tbc. ;] homework time.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Cubicle management
There is always going to be that one person you are not so fond of at work. I think I have found a not so friendly co-worker. Although adored by others, I refuse to overlook her attitude and eye glares.
Fluffy hair and sporadic smiles don't fool me!
Fluffy hair and sporadic smiles don't fool me!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Cheese State
Aside love texting, I would say the Cheese State did me well this weekend.
My family and I do the same thing almost every time we go north of Chicago; hotel/resort, shop, overeat, collect as many edible souvenirs as possible. To add spice, I invited my best friend along hoping for some more excitement. One thing I love about her is that she does well with my family, I've no need to be worried about her comfort level. At the brink of legalized drinking, we stayed beyond lines and did was most can/would assume. You guessed it!
Otherwise, I enjoyed my weekend - I laughed, ate, swam, and now have a horrible pain in my back.
My family and I do the same thing almost every time we go north of Chicago; hotel/resort, shop, overeat, collect as many edible souvenirs as possible. To add spice, I invited my best friend along hoping for some more excitement. One thing I love about her is that she does well with my family, I've no need to be worried about her comfort level. At the brink of legalized drinking, we stayed beyond lines and did was most can/would assume. You guessed it!
Otherwise, I enjoyed my weekend - I laughed, ate, swam, and now have a horrible pain in my back.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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