Blog 13: Resurrected From the Dead

I’m back beeeetches!! You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl. Sorry if you weren’t an annoying 13 year old girl obsessing over Nate Archibald and wishing you were Serena Van Der Woodsen for a good portion of your early teenage years like I shamefully was, but if you were you’ll get that reference, and if you weren’t, again, I apologize. Can’t you tell from my blog posts how much I hate pop culture? (Sarcasm). Anyway, I’m back because I awkwardly thought the last blog post was the last of the last, but it turns out I have one final chance to spew my thoughts and hope maybe someone finds me somewhat entertaining/insightful, so here goes nothing.

My ePortfolio looks like my personality threw up all over it. (Check it out my puked personality—> here.) I just made that sound super disgusting for no reason, but it’s true. It’s honestly comical that I went into the creating the ePortfolio with the intention if somewhat keeping my personality out of it, but somehow my personality literally catapulted itself onto every single page of that ePortfolio. Look, I’m not unhappy it happened, but I definitely didn’t strive to have my personality come through as much as it did, although it definitely gives you a sense of who I am. While the personality adds something to it, I was originally a little afraid that it may come off as unprofessional, but I don’t think that’s entirely the case. It’s pretty vibrant, but I think it’s also clean and it lays out all of my work within the course and beyond. I could always toy with making it a bit more subdued when I attempt to use it for purposes beyond this course.

I think the hardest part of this was the necessary reflection pieces. I felt like we had spent so long dissecting each of these projects over the term, and I was hesitant to go back again and reflect on what I had done. However, once I started writing, this task proved to be much less daunting. In fact, it turned out to be pretty simple. Since we had taken so much time on each of these projects, it was fairly easy for me to reflect on all the work and effort I had put into each piece, and it wasn’t as tedious as I had originally presumed it would be.

Well, that about does it. I can’t believe this class is over, and I’m just realizing how much I’m for sure going to miss it next semester. Like they always say, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone- and with this class making it’s way from my active drawer on Canvas into the archived section (note I said Canvas, not CTools- can’t wait to see how that switch goes for all the courses next semester), I’m starting to get a sense that I’ll soon know this course was really something when it’s no longer here.


Blog 11: It’s All Happening

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Well, the end is nearing my friends, and like Kate Hudson so prophetically states in the movie Almost Famous, “It’s all happening.” Not just “all” is happening, but rather at this point in the semester, for me and many others, it seems like way too much is happening. I know this is supposed to be a reflection on the gateway course and our time this semester, and I promise I’ll get there, but sticking to the movie references and touching on the fact that way too much is happening, I’m starting to feel like Jack from Titanic. My sanity and any sort of free time is Rose, and she was holding on there for a minute, but the girl has officially dropped me into the depths of my insane amount of work, and I am definitely drowning. I AM DROWNING. It’s okay though, because I’m looking at Kate Hudson’s wise words, I’m envisioning myself as her, and since she rocks, and I have convinced myself I am her, I’m going to be a-okay. I hope no one is totally freaked that convincing myself I’m a celebrity is what gets me through hard times, although I’m aware it might be somewhat concerning.

Want to know what rocks, though? The fact that if I had chosen to write about Kate Hudson all semester, or if I wanted to chronicle my weird obsession with pop-culture for the entire term, the gateway course wouldn’t have questioned me, it would have encouraged me. This course, the projects I’ve done within it, and what I’ve learned about myself as a writer have been nothing short of insanely rewarding. This is going to sound so, so bizarre, and my friends make fun of me for it all the time, but I always refer to these feelings I get in my stomach/body during different times of the year. For example, when I think about summer I get this feeling of bliss and relaxation that washes over me. It’s a feeling that mirrors whatever emotional state or sense I was experiencing at the time, and I can’t explain it. I just feel it. This semester, every time I’ve sat down to work on something for the minor, every time I’ve walked into class and any time I’ve discussed my work with my peers in the minor, or even my friends who still can’t fully understand why in the world I’ve been photographing random people around Ann Arbor and asking them questions about humor for the past couple of weeks, I’ve gotten this same, great feeling. It’s a feeling of inspiration and comfort, and it’s one that was pretty much established within the first month of this course.

The gateway has allowed me to establish a greater sense of confidence and pride in my work. I’ve been encouraged to pursue writing I love, and the fact that the environment is so comfortable has made it easy for me to push myself. Even though I’m drowning in work right now, just sitting here to type out this blog post for class is giving me a sense of comfort and inspiration. No, I’m not inspired to drop out of school and pursue acting like Kate Hudson, but yes I am inspired to keep writing. I’m really going to miss the “Writing 220 feeling in my stomach” I’ll experience when looking back on the course, and I’ll, inevitably, have a hard time articulating the feeling to anyone, which is ironic being that articulation is usually a writer’s strongest skill.