Reflections.
People usually are fond of making reflections after completing an experience. But I'm never fond of doing reflections. In fact, my mind is usually chopped up in bits and chunks, I give up before I try to pull my thoughts together.
But I'm determined to write reflections every week, and force myself to produce coherent thoughts from now on.
This quarter I've been taking Journalism 201, a reporting and writing course at Medill. My lab teacher would always say that my stories feel choppy and lack of a certain flow.
The reason we found may be that English is not my native tongue. So I carelessly dismissed my worries, thinking more practise would naturally lead to better writing.
Now I think there might be deeper reasons behind my inability to write coherently. I have for long given up my habit to keep diary and to write longer essays. Not academic papers. I mean real essays where I pour my thoughts into words and have them express and defend my opinions.
I remember the time when I was at middle school when my literature teacher required everyone write an essay every week. Those were the best time I had. I set my entire Saturday morning apart from everything else, and brainstormed my weekly article. There was a big green-framed window in my dorm where I always rested my albows and watched outside the students come and go in front of the building. Ideas started to formulate as I thought about God and human potentials, or as I suddenly notice the leaves turned red overnight.
But I have stopped writing and expressed my emotions. I'm gonna change that.
