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Wednesday, January 5, 2011. Welcome to my first and most likely last blog! This ride of four years of English, consisting of four portfolios, was one of improvement and self exploration. I started by writing strictly from prompts with a background in analytical essays only but now I am a writer of poetry, short stories and descriptive paragraphs.

Friday, December 30, 2011. Wednesday, December 28, 2011. Freshman year consisted of a lot of essay questions dealing with passages we would read in class and during finals. I gained skills in interpreting stories by identifying certain themes and meanings to the stories and the characters in them. Freshman year was not a Creative Writing type of class, for we never had the chance to create our own stories. Tuesday, December 27, 2011. When my brother went to prom when I was a freshman, .

A thorough examination of the ups and downs, the goods and bads, the improvements and failures of the four years of writing workshop at LFHS. Thanks for reading! Create a free website.