Overall even though this assignment was probbaly my least favorite, I think it is the one I learned the most from. One thing I will defiantly take away from this is to not be so overly critical of my own writing and to really utilize the resources around me to help me refine it. Without some sort of peer review I probbaly would have just been more frustrated and turned in a less then satisfactory product, which is not the resolution I really wanted. I also started to learn how to really use the rhetorical situation to my advantage here. That is something I think I will absolutely use in future writing and in other classes as understanding the rhetorical situation can really help me not only figure out how to write a piece but how to make it better.
As I wrote this MWA 2 i had a lot of parts in my essay that I really liked. Although I think my opening paragraph was my favorite. I feel like I really captured the emotion of the MWA and really set the stage for the way that the rest of the paper would unfold. Personal writing like this is something i'm just not particularly experienced with, nor is it something I particularly enjoy. Which makes me like some aspects of this paper even more. Here is my opening paragraph from my essay as an example of it, as it felt it was fairly strong:
"When I was younger living in my small, one story, middle class New Mexican home far before the advent of video games and the internet I had one thing I loved to do more then anything: read. Nearly everyday I had my nose buried in some kind of book, one probably “too old” for me to be reading. Reading came naturally to me, and before my sister could even walk I was able to read far above my level. I partially blame my mother for this, as she was a collector ( near hoarder) of books. She could finish massive books in less than a week that I had seen others chip away at for months. I would read whatever she left for me to look at ; I wasn't picky about the genre. Fantasy would eventually grow to become my favorite, but at the time it really didn’t matter to me. I would read anything I could, sucking up information like a tiny sponge. Reading was just a part of my household, and to a greater extent my life. A part that was so deeply woven in my life that I don’t think I would even be myself without it."
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