First meeting

All of my expectations for this class have been blown out of the water! For someone who considers themselves a poor writer, I didn’t expect to enjoy a class titled “Institute for Writing and Mass Media.” Here is my account on attending the first class.

While on the drive from campus to the meeting house I was quite nervous as we took all these small backroads. My tensions eased when I saw the beautiful wooden house that we would be meeting in. We entered through the garage and took our shoes off before walking on the stained wood floors throughout the house. I sat in the back of the bunch in an attempt to have everyone else be comfortable. I was mortified when Jeffrey Benedict walked in because at the moment I was searching for a lost apple pen.

When the session began I became more at ease. Mr. Benedict spent time between answering the many questions posed and sharing all his wonderful experiences. I had the chance to write about 500 words worth of notes on all that he taught. What I learned that was most notable I wrote in bolded letters. I will post them here. Write every day. Write with fear. Find what is a part of your story! Interviews are based on comfort between people.

I fear that I might want to become a professional writer. Writing has always intimidated me. Ever since I was a child writing short stories that my cousin would read and give me feedback. I never would have thought that writing is a potential career choice for me. Until my next post -Samuel Hancock