During the first day of class we watched a youtube video with the blind man. He wrote on his sign blind please help, or something of that sort. Then a woman walked by and changed his sign to, "it is a beautiful day, and I can't see it". The way people reacted to the different wording of the same thing, blew my mind. Sometimes it takes a very powerful message to really understand the meaning of something. You can't watch that video and say, words aren't powerful, because they obviously are. To grasp this concept more, try imagining a world without language. In a world without language, there would be chaos.
Throughout the semester, the most challenging thing for me was writing flash fiction. I never seemed to be happy with the way I wrote a story. I thought, nobody cares about my story, it doesn't have some super deep meaning. I mostly used stories from my own life, or people I know to write. What I enjoyed most this semester was writing poems. I used to write poems when I was in middle school and I saved them in a box under my bed...I reread them in high school sometime, laughed and then threw them away, and I have not wrote any poetry since, until this class of course.
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