A Thanksgiving Day / Class Reflection

I loved this class. It may be one of the only class that has made me enjoy writing. It brought creativity to the before known boring, bland prose. There are few things that I hated more than writing an essay for class, but it mixed my home life, and school life in a way that writing had not done before. There is something to be said for the fact that writing for class does not always have to be dry, and topical. It cane be thoughtful, and about whatever you may want.

In terms of the technical stuff, like grammar, and writing style, I would hope that my prose has improved! Very rarely do I go into papers confident, and even more rarely do I leave them confident. I would also agree that it has helped my writing throughout all of my classes, from history, to seminar, even to music business. I have worked on things like wordiness, word choice, and the use of the passive voice--clearly not in this reflection, but in my other work. The papers we have written were fairly cool in that they were all similar, all related. I used aspects of my first couple of papers in my last expository paper, which I feel has made it that much better. 

On the description of the Nature Log that was handed to us on the second day of class, it says one reflection on a southern landscape. I don't guess that this is a reflection on a southern landscape so without further ado:

As I was walking through the farmland on Thanksgiving, I saw the landscape. and the vast amount of empty space before me. There was a small red barn, with three horses roaming around outside, and some chickens running--probably glad they weren't turkeys. Far past the flatland, I can see the small outline of a line of trees. They look thick, but without knowing, I would probably think that they would end, and more farmland would begin. I know better, though. I know that there is a large wooded are through those trees, easy to get lost in. It might even be called a forest. Since it was abnormally hot on Thanksgiving, the trees were still green, and the ground still lush. Not many leaves had fallen making it seem thicker than when I normally see it--Thanksgiving, or Christmas. Just outside the city of Nashville, is desolate farmland coupled with rich woods. Interesting, I though. 

I continued to look around, and there were dogs barking, and cats roaming around (the owner of the house is a veterinarian to explain all of the animals.) It's hard in Nashville to get a landscape without many houses, so if I were to look left or right I saw a few rows of houses, but I kept my head forward and drank in the beauty of the land before me. As the sun beat down on me on Thanksgiving, I had to take my jacket off--a very bizarre thing for the end of November. I continued to look at the fields and the trees in the distance, but all to soon the sun began to set, and I couldn't see anything anymore. I looked up and saw the cloudless sky, and the beautiful stars--stars are something that I find more fascinating, and more beautiful than anything else in this world. Qiuckly, after the dark came, I voice yelled from inside, that if I wanted pie I should come fast. I chose the pie.