Wrapping it Up

I have an essay. An essay born from the struggle to write well. An essay born from the frustration of having stayed up all night but having little to show for the effort. An essay re-visioned by a sudden light of inspiration and matured by a day of hard work and perspiration. I have an essay brothers and sisters.

I have a synthesis. From out of four readings comes an interpretation that transcends the sum to create a new and important work. I have a synthesis brothers and sisters.

In other words, my Martin Luther King essay is coming along. After class, I discovered that I'm not the only one working hard and struggling to get it right. But my class is full of good and intelligent students, and after workshopping our drafts we came away renewed and ready to take Writing 121 into the final stretch. I'm excited because people are thinking. I am excited because their ideas get me to thinking, more than I already have, and viewing the material with different points of view to gain a better perspective, and I believe that's what college is supposed to teach us to do.

Here at The Alley, on the final day of NaBloPoMo, I make my two hundred and twenty third post with writing that comes easier and, I think, possesses a better quality than my first post made over a year ago; I believe that is what study and practice is supposed to do.