What a mess

     The final portfolio is done as of later today. I had thought I was doing well in this class until I went for the final revisions on the included essays. My god, what a mess! I had to laugh at some of my sentences; some of my sentences reminded me of Mr. Brown’s example sentences like “my luggage was on the plane, which was later misplaced” (Mr. Brown: “I sure hope they find that airplane”). I think I lost my thesis a few times. Luckily, before I had it plastered on a milk carton in hopes that someone else might find it, it turned up. My poor synthesis essay read like a clothing advertisement in the local paper, as often as the word [generational] gap appeared. Thank heavens none of my sources were named Gucci. My efforts to straighten out the spaghetti-bowl knots reminded me of a quote from Wesley Snipe’s character in Blade: “Some mother-!&^%$#s are always tryin’ to ice-skate uphill.” Then came my favorite; the reflective essay. After writing it the first time I re-read the instructions and realized I was supposed to cite my own essays from the portfolio in this, so I retooled it for specific examples. Then I find the “bonus instructions” on another sheet that give another set of instructions to write this essay thematically around a contribution to a conversation. Good times, of course, but I’m glad I’m done. It was a headache to put together and I’ll be glad for a bit of down time.