This class opened my eyes into rethinking older English classes that I have taken in the past. It has opened doors that I've closed many years back and helped me properly reflect on those hard situations and to prosper. The hardest piece to write was my Life-Choice Memoir which was given as a assignment. Shortly after I had posted a personal poem, Death, I had a hard time this semester dealing with death and depression which started to effect my coping skills. I have gotten support for my mental health and having many fellow classmates reach out to me really pushed me to get help. One classmate in particular helped me find motivation to not give up and to keep working hard. This isn't your average English class, this is English Composition One where you make meaning through your writing. All of the different writing aspects and views that I have learned over this course are the building blocks that I have conquered and now stand on today. Thank you!
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I have always been afraid of death but,
I find inner peace when it comes to sleep, When it comes to death my feelings are shut, Just as if i try to be the black sheep. When I wake all I hear is just silence, But the loud beat of your heart is so sweet, A sound almost comparing to a siren, Without you I'd be very incomplete. The day you left all I thought was death, I can't get that siren out of my head, I will utter your name as my last breath, Now suicide won't get out of my head. As I hung high above my kitchen floor My soul was left sobbing, completely sore. |
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