This week was rather difficult for me. I did not care for my essay; though I enjoyed the undertaking, I struggled translating the experience into words. Writing for this class has made me aware of a personal flaw, communicating my voice. Sometimes I focus so much on the “eloquent” wording, that my message becomes marred and indirect. This thought alone, makes me appreciate writers such as Thoreau even more, who are gifted not only with influential ideas about nature and life, but a strong voice to communicate these ideas through their writing.
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