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My writing, my voice!

Unpopular:  Tell us about a time when you had to choose between two options, and you picked the unpopular choice.

I returned to University study in 2009, beginning with a graduate diploma in English.  The initial papers included a Creative Processes paper whose final project spanned choices like writing and performing a play or creating and filming a short video, dance pieces or creative writing.  I went for my strength in the writing option.  I was not in a place to creep out of my comfort zone, making it to class was a triumph over the anxiety and depression I was experiencing.

Mid way through the preparation I got sick and missed a lot of the group meetings.  I had a doctors note to avoid the final presentation.  In doing so I would accept a grade based on my other marks.  All of these were in the A’s so it would have been a definite pass.  It would be the popular choice for most students.  But I was stubborn and had been working on my pieces while at home sick.  These included a poems and short stories.  I had worked out a way to present them on my section of the wall, which was our primary display.

In the week before the presentation I had a final creative meeting with the lecturer.  To say we had creative differences is putting it politely.  He hated everything I wrote.  Basically it was not in a style that he found acceptable. What really bugged me was that he showed me the poetry of another student as an example of where my work should be.

I am sure that work was very creative but it was not something I would write.  Mainly, because I like writing that I can understand and not require a linguistics coach or constant reference to a dictionary in order to do so.  I spent all night writing new material and editing the pieces that received the least criticism.  I did not choose to write a poem so complex that as a reader I would hate it.

My decision was against the popular one of giving the lecturer what they want in trade for the pass you need.  I was never good at that and was eve worse at trading something with my name on it for a grade.  I got a really low grade.  I could have challenged it based on the grades of my other work but in the end I didn’t respect his opinion so it didn’t really matter to me. I also felt the grade reflected on him much more than on my work and he deserved that grade or lower!!




I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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