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I was soooo not looking forward to reading the class blogs. Not at all. Which is not surprising see as how it’s 10:14 and I’m finally reading them and writing my response. But I have got to say, again not surprisingly, that I loved them. My favorite part was seeing how each person had personalized their blog, through either template, titles of posts, or types of posts. There was of course a great deal of variety.
My second favorite part was reading memoirs. I found the first assignments to be more scattered in thought and more distant from the now, and no, not just because it is actually more distant in time, but because I think a lot of us have changed thoughts on the writing process after having been in this class. So those weren’t as interesting. And while everyone obviously worked very hard on the third paper and contributed a lot of great ideas, I just couldn’t get into them, in the same way that I had trouble getting into a lot of the readings – most writing theory just doesn’t interest me! Sorry, all…but I did absolutely love the memoirs. The suppressed wannabe-psych-major in me loved reading everyone’s emotional experiences tied to writing, and I regret having just read them now because I feel a much stronger connection to everyone that I wish I could bring with me to class.
Jocelyn’s memoir was really relatable, as I, too, have dealt with a step-parent who just doesn’t understand you. And I loved the integration of disclaimers and poetry. They really beefed it up.
Lauren’s was fun to read because she put so much effort into it. Her posts were developed and took the topic seriously. Very critical, thoughtful, and worked in some hilarious stuff, too.
I’d have to say my favorite blog to read was Margaret’s, probably because she’s the only other non-English major in the class so I felt like a lot of her thoughts and approaches to writing were similar to mine. And I’m not going to lie – I may or may not have teared up while reading her memoir. It stirred up a lot of sadness and disgust within me – disgust, not for Margaret, ha, but for ignorant people, especially those who work in an academic capacity.
Joey’s blog was of course the most hilarious. It provided the comic relief for having to read pages and pages of reading responses and thoughts on writing theory. I loved his mock-script part of his memoir.
I guess my third favorite par t of reading the blogs (why I continue to rate these favorite parts, I don’t know) was peoples’ reactions to the article about narcissism. Most in the class agreed that it was accurate, then immediately defended it (which is exactly what I did, too!) I had to chuckle out loud at every response because they were so hilariously similar.
I think having access to everyone’s blog and specifically memoirs was a very intimate experience for me. I don’t read blogs in general, let alone those that are written by people I know and see in real life. Perhaps because I feel so self-conscious about my writing I feel as though when I read everyone else’s writing, I’m somehow like tip-toeing around their soul. I guess I approach it with a lot of delicacy which I think gets me more emotionally invested in the writing and thus, the person. This paragraph is totally scattered but I guess my point is that I really feel strongly connected to everyone after having read their blogs. I want to send out a message to everyone who wrote about tough times and say, “It’s okay! I promise! Everything will be fine! I’m sorry you’ve been hurt but if it’s any consolation, you turned out to be super smart and a great writer and I’m so proud of you! Please never feel sad again! Aaaaa!” It makes me sad we won’t have class together again. 
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