Letter of Joy
Letter of Joy
To which degree do I expose my distaste for writing technical or academia worthy essays? I could tell you that I had a horrendous experience which scarred me for life that on occasion demands psychiatric attention but that would be wishful thinking and a false presentation of myself. Maybe I can illustrate how over the many years from kindergarten to the final senior year of high school has my permeable brain been bashed with constant rules, regulations and format guidelines that I must write in to “properly” display my thoughts and ideas. Only to then realize that us as human beings, speak and display body language in a way that contradicts the all mighty Literature format and guidelines. Needless to say I loathe writing at any level of a formatted essay or paper to the point that I would rather attend defensive driving or jury duty multiple times a week for a supplemental grade instead of writing. However though, a new found respect for writing came to me not in my college years writing research papers but as a U.S. Navy recruit sitting in boot camp in Great Lake, Illinois.
It had been about ten hours since I had last eaten, hopping from plane to train back to plane made it difficult to eat and that fact my mind was racing with last minute regrets of what I got myself into kept flooding my brain. I finally arrived to Great Lake, Illinois boot camp installation eighteen hours after I departed Houston, Texas, being shuffled off the bus one by one the lines we were in seem to grow exponentially. In a matter of minutes what just seemed to be a couple hundred turned to a couple of thousand, as we made our way into the processing area we get searched for anything besides the clothes on our backs. Once a group was all cleared we were packed into a room by columns of fifty by at least fifteen wide due to the fact that’s all I could see. Then I look up and through a window realize the sun is back up, with no clocks around this is the only way I
To which degree do I expose my distaste for writing technical or academia worthy essays? I could tell you that I had a horrendous experience which scarred me for life that on occasion demands psychiatric attention but that would be wishful thinking and a false presentation of myself. Maybe I can illustrate how over the many years from kindergarten to the final senior year of high school has my permeable brain been bashed with constant rules, regulations and format guidelines that I must write in to “properly” display my thoughts and ideas. Only to then realize that us as human beings, speak and display body language in a way that contradicts the all mighty Literature format and guidelines. Needless to say I loathe writing at any level of a formatted essay or paper to the point that I would rather attend defensive driving or jury duty multiple times a week for a supplemental grade instead of writing. However though, a new found respect for writing came to me not in my college years writing research papers but as a U.S. Navy recruit sitting in boot camp in Great Lake, Illinois.
It had been about ten hours since I had last eaten, hopping from plane to train back to plane made it difficult to eat and that fact my mind was racing with last minute regrets of what I got myself into kept flooding my brain. I finally arrived to Great Lake, Illinois boot camp installation eighteen hours after I departed Houston, Texas, being shuffled off the bus one by one the lines we were in seem to grow exponentially. In a matter of minutes what just seemed to be a couple hundred turned to a couple of thousand, as we made our way into the processing area we get searched for anything besides the clothes on our backs. Once a group was all cleared we were packed into a room by columns of fifty by at least fifteen wide due to the fact that’s all I could see. Then I look up and through a window realize the sun is back up, with no clocks around this is the only way I