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Wow, I'm so glad we got a week to write up each one of these, I only now realize how many there are! I've learned so much in Honors English this year, all of those poetry terms, how to read Shakespearean, and learning how to find symbolism and motif. It feels weird now to think that I hadn't known these things just a year ago. My writing style has also evolved a bit over the course of the year. I still write with my personality and thoughts, but my writing is slightly different because I'm so much more knowledgeable(giving me different insight to situations and a slightly sophisticated point of views). But what does this all mean? The end of the year has approached us, and my conclusion is that I've become "smarter"? No. Because of our amazing teacher (Mrs. Gilman) I personally feel like my boundaries in writing have multiplied by some infinite number. As the year went on, even my grade improved, which is, in fact, solid data that not only my vocabulary, but my writing style improved immensely. my word choice and confidence was raised as we worked tirelessly on essay writing styles. An example of my work when writing about the poem "Lobsters", I wrote, "Quite frankly I was puzzled that the author would bring up such gruesome details in the poem. This was brought up about halfway through the discussion..."(11/19/10). Even though I wrote this myself, it's extremely boring to read. '...he brought up that which was brought up in the discussion...' blah, blah, blah, I'm so grateful that I've been given the opportunity to learn how to write 'with style'. It's so odd to see how incapable I really was when it came to journalism. A more recent example of my writing potential can be found as I look back at the Great Expectations novel. I explain, "Because of this, I was able to write more and think more about the way Charles Dickens expressed the characters and the symbolic meanings that were commonly found in it.(6/10/11)." My vocabulary is much more varied and I have an easier time expressing what I am trying to say. This is an emotional time for everyone in Mrs. Gilman's class I'm sure. All of the assignments I'm fond of, all of the tricked out Gadgets I'll miss fooling around with, and of course the lovely memories of our oddly humorous class discussions, and our trouble with screws...(ha ha). But this blog symbolizes the transfer of energy that left me every night I had to type in it. It symbolizes how far I've come academically over the course of a year. This blog holds my deepest thoughts about the English language, and of the many historical authors (including play writers and poets) that have squeezed themselves into the lives of the learning youth. Whether or not I'm excited to complete my last post, the knowledge I now possess, will stick with me because of the incredible time I had writing about such experiences, in class, and in books.