Or maybe just not :)
Writing the final post on what started as a activity for a class, I realize how I had chose only courses on writing - the most distinct is maybe Translation Practices on Scientific Texts (version). The other three are specific writing classes or revolving around it, as Self Writing (Escritas de Si), on graduate level.
The amazing Fabricia, teacher of Self Writing, told us how every literary work turns to itself, to the act of writing. And every writing is subjective in a way. There are those that explicit the writer, as personal journal and blogs. And here we are, on a blog in which the writer talks about her writing experience. It sounds too selfabsorbing, but it is surely more than that.
At the same time I was here, writing about an specific experience and, of course, about myself (how not?), I was reflecting about it on the graduate class. It was a meta experience, as to say. And it has been a blast. Difficult, but a really good experience.
When someone writes about oneself, a character is inevitably created. An aspect of ourselves that appear only when we write in a more reflective manner. I won't turn this post on a Freudian analisis, don't worry, but on a reflection about writing, it is important to be aware of who is writing, when, for whom, how and, don't forget, why.
Here is a Translation student enroled in a Writing class with the mission of thinking about her own writing process and motivations. We have the who, the when and the whom for. Maybe the why also, but that last one is more complicated, as it trasformed on the course of the semester.
What started as a mandatory activity for a class, became a place of confidence, selfreflection (and not just about writing, as it never is) and, let's not forget, lots of fun. I love thinking about things, it is my vocation in life, and that's why I enjoy blogs. I would never had figure this out about me before the adventure of writing my first one, but now I'm all aware of that. And here's the first of many whys: why not have a good time in an excercise that be boring and too difficult otherwhise? Study and research should all about what we love in life, and it is too sad that we usually think it is not.
I love reading... and I'm finding out that I enjoy writing about what I find in my literary, cinematic and academic journeys. It is a way to understand what I really think about things and to share those finds with who are available to read my too long posts.
As I've already told you, this semester turned out as a reflection on writing under different perspectives. About Writing 3, the process was not easy - it never is. Writing is a blunt confront wirht ourselves, doesn't matter the subject. While writing, we sort of stay in front of our real beliefs. It doesn't matter what we usually say or even think; when we start to write about something, we realize our true thoughts about things. And it is not an easy confront.
The way the class was structured, it was easier to write under academic norms. The course was designed, I think, to make this process a bit less dreadful, in a way that the student is not only more skillful, but more aware about it.
The semester is in the end, but I'm still in the process of reflecting about writing and about me while writing. I don't thing it has a limited spam of time, by the way. The awarenes is a continuous, no doubt about that.
I'm a bit selfcounscious about exposing so much of my thoughts on writing, but that was the exercise here. I hope it wasn't too much - I felt like it was sometimes, and I'm sorry for that. However, I'm not sure if any process can be honest and true without a bit of exageration.
So, folks, here we are. A better writer, I hope, more aware of how to present at least an adequate academic writing in a journey that nerver ends. Never, even in the final post.
Now you're free of my rumblings about writing. You don't need to be tunned anymore (I'm a little sad about it, a bittersweet feeling for sure). But, who knows if all this talking hasn't inspired you at least a bit? Let's keep writing... it is difficult, dreadful sometimes, but a real way to find what we are and want in life, not only to be successful in a class or job or what we think we have to excel in.
Be safe (and adventurous). Be healthy (but not stop risking). Be happy.
See you!
Lots of love, Dri.
PS: At last, but not least, I'm grateful to Thiago, the TA's and my classmates for this opportunity and all the help on a busy semester. I want to remark how I admire this new generation, and how brilliant they are, even if they don't know that yet (maybe it is for the best). I hope we'll meet again, soon!
PPS: In the end, it is important to highlight I'm writing in not my native language. Because of that, the writing is a bit confusing. I'm being gentle with myself, it is problaby almost inscrutable :) I'm really trying, though, and Writing 3 helped me a lot in the matter of improving my English a bit more. Thank's again!
PPPS: Tons of PS, right? Let's not break tradition in the end! Have you notice, though, that this was a post withou a single image? Did you? I was looking for a more impactant pace at the end; hope you enjoyed it. But I'll leave you with a happy song about friends, the best aspect of the university for me (Rudderless soundtrack was the background of this post). I'm not being cheesy, I promise you. It is just the truth :)












