so... i flew here from Sweden at the age of 12 and my English skills were more or less at the skills of a 6 year old, went through middle school.. learned nothing of writing... highschool... learned just about nothing (that i can think of) about actually writing...
Came to college... took ENC 1101... that was a wake-up call alright... i more or less learned everything i knew before entering ENC 1102 in there... from structures to formats to just about everything else. First semester was at TCC so it was at a pretty slowish pace still (which was probably a nice stepping stone i suppose). My second semester, being our current semester, i came here, to FSU.
I have never felt as lost and confused as i did after the first assignment was assigned... I tried to get help... the help was about as useful as steak to a vegan... my reaction to still being confused and not knowing what to do was simple... Put it out of mind and it will go away... right?
This is something i'm sure everyone has done at least once, and probably most of you still do... repeatedly....
Well.. the best way to describe it is, "Procrastination is like masturbation, It's great at first, but in the end you realize you just [another word for intercourse-]ed yourself" (Anonymous).
So to make a long story short, i was up all night before the assignment was due with absolutely no clue how to write it... so i just winged it... did the best i could with what i knew and hoped for the best... Luckily enough i ended up doing alright anyways.
At the reflection of the first paper, i vowed for the next assignment i'd get it done earlier, and feel better about it.
Second assignment came around, and i was determined to start early. I did my research and observation right away...
Yet somehow that lulled me into a false sense of security... In the end the night before the assignment, im playing the Microsoft word geek again.. At least this time i felt like i knew what i was doing... in the end, i ended up with a decent grade on that as well...
Now this all screws up my sleeping schedule, but thats another issue all in itself.
Ultimately this created a small process that has kept developing throughout the class. I get an assignment, procrastinate it, and then learn from my mistakes... but not the mistake i wanted to learn from. To enforce this, after the 2nd assignment, i vowed myself to go to the writing center, as you can imagine, this didnt happen at all. However, this time around, i learned to research the genre's and consider my audience far more than i did my second assignment.
So who am i as a writer? I am the slowly improving Procrastibator. (Yes, pun intended).
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