From experience and with personal opinion, I believe you have the most fun in writing while you feel as though your work is reachng a high level of creativity. The writer will see innovation in his writing, will become excited in seeing it as so, and then will continue to write to furfill their feeling of excitement. I myself went through this process when writing my college essay. I wrote whatever I wanted and became so enthusiastic and excited that I saw a potential in the ending result, and worked towards it. My strive was to the point where I was using the best of my grammer, and spending a lot of time into the piece of literature.
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Stephen W. Terenzi 1
Period 5 Owning College:
In my lucid reality.
Special Thanks to:
-Writers Alice and Henry James
-William James’ “Introspection”
-Writer James Joyce and his "A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN"
-Writer Samuel Beckett
-Writer Albert Camus
-Bungie
-Chris, Mandy Liao, and Anthony for a great fall season
-And my past father.
My bailiwick is living. B-A-I-L-I-W-I-C-K: a person’s area of skill and knowledge. Even while considering that some have survived with difficulty, I have passed some of the hardest of dungeons at my young age. See, I naturally take problems…excuse me; I am a natural at taking multitudes calmly, and acting swiftly with reason; with moral priorities and correct responses in life. For example, one time I was traveling through a "hallway" with three of my buddies and we were being careful, but it was too fast. With haste, a salvo of frightening, zombie-like parasites rained from the ceiling too fast and came upon one of my friends. It was a difficult moment where I had to first think clearly in a pinch and then respond in the correct manner: I looked, thought calmly and decided upon a righteous act. I took out my holy sword and chopped all of the enemies in time with such a resolve that I saved my friend. Then I usually wake up or the game ends. Yeah, I’m pretty satisfied with the nature of controlling my reality as well as the little games in my head. Like lucid reality comparing to lucid dreaming, or even uh, daydreaming. But anyways, to sum it up: I can choose to learn, cower, fight, protect, or run; I can in this case walk away from the danger zone I’ve named college or confidently walk through it. But after all, I never decide to fail; I’ve made a map and I plan to follow it until El Fin.
And I have to apologize in advance. I am selfish to my priorities. And yes, helping others gives me satisfaction but... if a companion goes unconscious half-way through the dungeon I will NOT wait for him to wake. I will pick him up and carelessly carry him to the end.
My stream of conscious does not falter. My journey has constant determination. And from sitting down under my masters, plowing the fields, trembling the feet of competitors with my instrument’s undulations, and even taking timed rest, my thoughts are in line. My thoughts, my refined thoughts have the power to slay zombies hourly.
I'll even make my father proud, wherever he is.
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