Revision is Not Failure

Throughout the duration of this course, I have learned many things. Most importantly, I have learned that writing is a process, drafting is a process and the rewriting a piece of writing does not mean you failed. Beginning the course and especially throughout high school, I had on a very straight forwardmindset about writing. Sure, I had taken Foundations of Creative Writing last semester but when it came to academic writing, it had been something I had always dreaded doing. When turning in a rough draft and immediately didn’t receive the best feedback or having the professor say, “this needs to be improved”, shutting down and giving up was my go-to coping mechanism. Throughout this semester, even though it has been my third semester in college, I learned how important it is to not look at writing as needing to be immediate perfection, but more so as what it really is, a process.

When reflecting on high school, most teachers taught using the same concepts: learning, teaching and writing, for the grade, and not to learn. I did have some really amazing teachers that truly did care about if I was learning and how I was learning, but a lot of my teachers did not. In most cases, while writing papers in high school, most teachers did not only teach for the prompt but also graded you on your ability to write to the prompt. Because of this mindset being taken on by most of my teachers, the writing process became something very generic and students were writing to get a good grade and not to learn or understand the material on a deeper level, we were simply writing for an A. This led to students getting in a bad habit of waiting to the last minute to do something and still getting an A on it. Especially within students who were in advanced and honors classes. These habits formed because the writing assignments given to students could be done quickly without engaging into the assignments on a deeper level and thinking about what was to be written. Because of these habits, I didn’t practice writing to learn and grown, instead, practiced learning how to write to get an A on the assignment rather than engaging and interacting with my writing.

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Friendship

Friendships are essential to living a happy life in my opinion. Friendship is something that requires hard work and dedication but the pay off is huge. I honestly don’t know where I would be in life right now without my amazing, loving and caring group of friends. They are my backbones and my biggest supports (besides my family of course). Friendship is honestly one of the hardest jobs in the world, because friendships require a lot of effort in order to maintain them. Both parties in a friendship need to work hard at them or else they will wind up drifting apart. 

One of the closest friendship I have read in a piece of writing was the relationship between Dionysus and Vlepo in Frenzy by Percival Everett. The two had a dynamic that was so enjoyable. Dionysus had created Vlepo for himself, because I think even gods needs friends, even if they were self created. Vlepo showed loyalty and trust to his “friend” Dionysus. The god often sent Vlepo into situations were Vlepo had to report his experiences. Dionysus trusted Vlepo in order to report exactly what had happened.

Trust is an earned and not given. I trust my friends with my life. I have had friends who I mistrusted with my belief that they would always be truthful to me. But over my life, I have realized even if telling the truth could possibly hurt your friends, they would rather be hurt for a little than repetitively lied to by someone who they thought they could trust.

Does Money Really Buy Happiness?

I often will be scrolling through social media, and almost every time I go on facebook, I see at least three memes with a smilier topic. The relation of having lots of money and therefore having a life full of happiness. I think about this a lot and often. Would life really be better if I had endless amounts of money? Would my life be that much better? The answer I usually arrive at is plain and simple. No, I really don’t think it would. I tell myself, money would be nice, but money can’t buy things like genuine love, genuine friends and family.

A prime example of how money can’t buy happiness is located in I am Not Sidney Poitier, Not Sidney has what seems like an endless amount of money for himself. But finds himself just going through life, not really finding inner happiness. Throughout the book, he uses his money to self improve himself, like buying himself a spot in college, which then leads to meeting his short time college girlfriend. He could not fully be involved in the relationship because he decided to hide his massive amounts of money from her.

I believe that because Not Sidney was so humble with his money, he never really opened up to anyone besides his father like figure-Ted Turner, who was the only person who he had a good relationship with. Ted didn’t necessarily  bring him happiness but offered to be the person Not Sidney could talk to without having to hide part of his identity.

I would not say Not Sidney was unhappy, but I think because he hid his amounts of money from everyone, that really brought a lot of unhappiness into his life.

I also think the novel is just one of the many examples that money cannot buy happiness & happiness comes from within an individual.

The Beautiful Order of Alphabetical Order

How could the world be organized if the order of the alphabet was in a different order? If we didn’t standardly use the alphabet to organize things like dictionaries and class lists? Could you imagine needing to find a word in a dictionary and there was no order to it, opening a page of the dictionary and to see this murder scene, I would be horrified.

       Optimistic: having a positive outlook

                        Dog: a domesticated carnivorous mammal

                        Water: a colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid

                        Puzzle: feeling confused because one does not understand a    certain concept

I think even different languages are very dependent on this type of order, because it IS the easiest way to organize lists and mass amounts of information, especially when the alphabet is such a universal and elementary skill to have.

In the poem Zulus by Percival Everett, he is challenging this type of dependency we have on that alphabetical order. He uses the standard alphabet to organize the poem, each page is a different letter, however, each word doesn’t always start with the letter used on that page.

K is for kiss

and what a kiss from

the beautiful twin

“Sweet Helen, make me immortal…”

K is for immortality

loaded warm about the heart,

an awful weight

And a bad idea.

Hades would agree.

K is for killing,

oft times kindly done.

K is for kiss.

By doing this, Everett is taking the strict alphabetical order the English language has and twisting it to cause disorder so to speak.

I understand why he chose to put this poem in a book titled re:(gesture), so, in my mind is giving the alphabet that glorious gesture when you put your favorite finger way up in the air. He took the English Alphabet and in my mind, I can imagine him saying “hahaha watch this” and twists it, which then creates this disorganized but at the same time alphabetically structured poem.

I have often dabbled with how if I was ever asked to recite the alphabet backwards, I would be screwed. I wouldn’t be able to do it because we never practice the backwards alphabet in school, we were drilled with how to do it the right way but never backwards. This just proves how important the alphabetical order is to anyones life.

 

Playing Around With Words

Fesmerization was something that I did not particularly look into while reading I am Not Sidney Poitier. As I was reading, I made my own definition for it, which was fesmerization.

*Fesmerization: the ability to coerce someone into doing what you want just by the power of your eyes*

Up until we got to class, I kind of just referred to it as the simple act of Fesmerization and in my error as a reader didn’t google what it meant. Little did I know Everett had taken the word mesmerization,

*Mesmerization: the act of coercing someone to do what you want them to do without the use of physical force*

and just made up his own, similarly sounding word.

Part of Everett’s writing techniques that he uses that I really enjoy as a reader and a writer, is his ability to take a word like memorization and play with the word to create  his own word, fesmerization. The two words basically have the same definition but Everett introduces a new word to keep readers entertained and for his simple pleasure of messing around with the English language. There are many examples of this throughout not only I am Not Sidney Poitier but also in his other writings.

He used his own name to resemble a character that I imagine is very closely based off of himself. I believe that Everett’s personality is very close to Professor Everett’s in I am Not Sidney Poitier.This also intrigued me because the professor in the novel was one of those characters that I would do anything to meet in real life. However, after reading many of pieces, both short and long by Everett, I have found his personality is probably very close to the personality of the professor which ultimately made the book even more interesting to read.

Everett’s play on words is one of his writing techniques that both entertains the reader but also engages the reader into the text on a deeper level.

Knowledgable Learning

Today in class, Brian made a joke, as perfect for a Monday morning, “this is one of the things I do not know”, which is a very common thought I usually have especially in any classes that have anything to do with science or mathematics.

As a college student, I often find myself thinking this thought multiple times a day. We all laughed and gave him a round of applause for brightening up an early Monday morning however, as we all laughed, I started thinking about how true this statement is. I find myself learning new things each and every day from readings to my friends to my family and not to forget the conversations I over hear on a daily basis when I learn about the girl behind me in line to get food and all the intimate details of her life- no I am not nosey but observant, yes.

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