It's funny. Even at the ripe old age of 28 I still get excited over an "A" in a class. :) So silly. It's not like my life would be worth any less if I didn't get the A's. Yet, it's still a rush. I have to admit, that this time I actually worked for an A in my writing class. A's have always come really easy for me. In fact, this is the first time that I really felt like I worked for the grade I received - and it's a nice feeling. I knew that I was going to end up with an A in my web design class - computer "stuff" seems to be in my blood. I don't have work very hard to understand what is necessary to accomplish what I want on a computer. So I knew I was going to end up with an A - and it helped that I REALLY loved the class. It was an incredible amount of fun. BUT, that writing class was a burr under my saddle. It was irritating, and almost killed my love of the written word. The entire point of a WR 121 class is to learn the technicalities of writing, and so often focusing on technique kills the "life" in any written work. I felt like I was being sucked dry. It doesn't help that writing for me isn't as easy as it once was. It's harder for me to express myself in words than it is in images - not impossible certainly - it just takes me forever. It also tends to require many different drafts before I have things the "way" I want them. Part of it is pickiness I know, I want the words to say what I really mean, and the other part is just being trapped in so many images and trying to sort through them for the proper translation of my thoughts. Even when I'm blogging I'm constantly rewriting - trying to get the words to portray what I'm want to get across. It's a frustrating situation to be in, but it does mean that I am eventually able to say what I want to say - no matter how long it takes.
Still, it's funny how pleased I was when I discovered I managed a solid A in that writing class. :) It's so ridiculous - I'm pushing thirty years old, I have two little boys who's worlds revolve around me, I have a husband who loves me, and I'm still programmed to get a thrill over a letter on a piece of paper (or computer screen as the case may be). Perhaps I don't really understand what it is to be successful?

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