In high school I was lucky enough to have had the toughest Honors English teacher on the planet, Mrs. Starr Whitney. She was demanding, critical, thorough, and, above all, excellent. I didn't appreciate her one bit until I was in college and realized that very few of my peers could write a really sharp research paper. She empowered me with an advantage over many other students. Not being stressed-out or intimidated about the HOWs of writing papers frees you to focus entirely on the WHATs of your topics, giving you an academic edge. I recently found my Honors English Notebook and felt nostalgic and grateful, so I have decided to share the process of writing a persuasive essay or thesis paper.
What this teacher expected of us was simple and in no way negotiable. Here were our expectations quoted directly from the notebook:
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Friday, August 3, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
"A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination." ~Nelson Mandela
First post on the blog!
Why this blog?? Well,.....usually my content and subject matter have a specific direction, a purpose, parameters, ...restrictions. This, my friend, this is freedom! As a writer, this should be easy. Then again, anyone who's ever picked up a pen in an attempt to write something meaningful knows that daunting and cold return stare of a blank sheet of paper or blank screen.
So I got to thinking....again...and I started reading through copious amounts of past writings. I read through everything I could get my hands on: past emails, past journals, past love stories, past drama. I laughed, I gasped, I cringed, and most importantly,
Why this blog?? Well,.....usually my content and subject matter have a specific direction, a purpose, parameters, ...restrictions. This, my friend, this is freedom! As a writer, this should be easy. Then again, anyone who's ever picked up a pen in an attempt to write something meaningful knows that daunting and cold return stare of a blank sheet of paper or blank screen.
So I got to thinking....again...and I started reading through copious amounts of past writings. I read through everything I could get my hands on: past emails, past journals, past love stories, past drama. I laughed, I gasped, I cringed, and most importantly,
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