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Growing as a writer

I couldn't have been uneasier as I stepped into my 111 classroom on the first day of the semester. Not another English class. I'd avoided this course for years, dreading the hours spent writing something I wasn't passionate about or confident in. 



In the beginning, I dreaded writing a personal narrative. Writing papers was like hearing the sound of nails on a chalkboard. I might even have preferred that. Through that grueling process, I grew.  I gained confidence that I'd never had as a writer. Writing that elusive first draft became less of a monster to conquer. I no longer sit at my desk, bored and frustrated, believing my writing won't be acceptable. This semester, I didn't just learn about writing. I learned how to write. That's made all the difference. 

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