Entering the Fall semester in City College was an occurrence that frankly wasn’t in my plan book. A last option, a safety net, something to fall back on, that’s all this school meant to me when applying to colleges, yet there I found myself, in the director’s office building out my schedule. Unsure of the validity and dreams this school sold, I was hesitant to take classes that were out of the ordinary, unnecessary, or not geared towards the major I was pursuing. As we were speaking my frustration grew longer in finding no classes seeming to fit my needs, …
Phase 2: Stepping Out of My Comfort Zone
Growing familiar with the school now , the hour train ride, the chipotle down the block, the security guard at Shepard Hall, I found a sense of belonging, and more importantly gained a sense of being comfortable. In English Class my skeptic attitude towards the class vanished, replaced with a sense of relief and nurture as assignments produced were ones that related to my everyday life or experiences. I felt heard and represented, the upper class-men warnings of english being a lecture hall fading into the background. Mother Tongue was able to provide me a sense of relatability, while the …
Phase 3: Discovering My Voice
Phase 3 marks the phase where I transitioned from an inactive research writer, to a writer with meaning, purpose, and conviction. Jeffrey Torres was not an intentional writer, nor one with action attributed with his passion. I was an assignment writer, I would continuously write profoundly about topics that I had no interest in, or was simply done for a grade. The power of writing was being misused, the power of writing was lost in the pages of my essays, and the spirit of writing was nowhere to be found. This was an issue. I thought myself to be a …
