I worked myself to pieces in this course. I underlined so many passages in my books I can hardly read them. There have been many late nights, and even more early mornings. My recycling bin is a collection of bad ideas that I write on post-it notes at 2am. I wrote drafts and revisions until I swear my fingers bled. The writing in this portfolio is like saltwater taffy: It’s only bearable because its been worked and reworked so many times.
I don’t mean to demean my work or complain about the necessities of the writing process. Maybe I am trying to guilt trip you into reading some of my writing, but mostly I’m proud of the amount of continuous effort I managed to complete. The work in this portfolio is a reflection of my growth as a writer, even when I complain about it, I stand by what I have completed. But don’t let me tell you how to feel. Dig through the portfolio on your own. You might even enjoy it!