Mia Calderon: Thoughtful Writing Class

Mia Calderon

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Reflection:

I have grown quite a lot as a writer. Having a class like creative writing has been really nice. Most of the time, it has not been like an English class where I would have to get graded on really hard but rather it helped me shape and build up my writing ability. I was often given advice on how I could I better my writing and what I could do to help myself become a better writer. I have never liked people reading my writing or giving me feedback. In this class we had many workshop days where the small groups we created ourselves would do just that. I was very uncomfortable with this but it actually turned out to be just fine. Having other students critique

Given this opportunity I gained some learning skills on how to write well put together pieces. I leaned that I am actually a lot better at writing poetry than I thought I was. I find it a lot easier to write about the ways I feel or things that I can connect to myself. In a lot of my poems I wrote about what I feel or think towards society in many different aspects. I noticed that I also got better at writing fictional stories. It was fun and really easy being able to write creative stories with not much of a rubric to base it off of. I think it is easier for students like myself that are in a creative writing class to be able to write about what we want and not be harshly graded because of what we are trying to creatively write. It was difficult for me to be able to use many of the different types of literally devices that I was taught. I definitely tried in all of my pieces and when I didn't like it I simply trying something easier that I was more used to. Like I have mentioned, I really enjoy writing about what I feel and what I think. With that, I really love my writing. It doesn't always connect that my writing is what I actually feel and that amazes me sometimes. When I read over my work and start

What is beauty,

Do you look in the mirror and see it in yourself,

Has society sculpted you into thinking it’s something else,

Do you love your features as much as you should,

Do you see beauty where you never thought you could?

You as a poor little girl,

Stands in front of your mirror,

“Is my belly too big?”

“My legs too short?”

You grow up and bloom,

“So beautiful” your mother says

“She’s tall and skinny; she’s curvy like the roads,

No, mom, not beautiful, I am no rose”

You learn to hate what you were born with

Pick out every one of your flaws

Wishing to be prettier, better, different,

What is beauty,

Do you look in the mirror and see it in yourself,

Has society sculpted you into thinking it’s something else,

What is