My expertise, an ongoing series

So, I'm back in the computer lab for another day of English, and we're doing this darling project on what our epertise might be.

We are to use our knowledge, experience, outside sources, and many others to write a 5 page paper on our findings. it is to be in MLA format, 11 pt. font, and in Time New Roman print.

Now, it's not the length. It's not the specifics of format. It's not even really the subject of "expertise" that has me boggled here. It's me. How the hell am I supposed to write a paper puffing myself up when I'm so used to tearing myself down?

I mean, I'm not good at many things, you all know that. With everything I try, I enevitably become the weakest link of the bunch. Or I never go far with it. Or it never lasts longer than a few months at most.

And this is a narrative essay. How the hell am I supposed to do that?! I've been in AP class, doing formal writing that tries it's darnedest to be as impersonal as possible, and I didn't mind it at all. How the hell do I even write a narrative essay? I haven't written one of those since, well, I'm thinking maybe 5th grade? Yeah, 5th grade*.

Okay, we just got done with a lecture (and lunch. Yum.) and, I'm quite convienced, that this will not be easy. No sireee bob. But now I'm going to use my blog as an assignment folder and writing it all here.

...Next time. Class is over. Derp.

Later Days.


*6th grade was research papers. Oh, what a joy WJC was.