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I attended my first GP lesson a few days ago. Unsurprisingly, I loved the lecturer, mostly because she seems so completely resolute in her love for teaching, her love for writing and also because she's a serious user of words like "Bastardization".
SCORE!
Unsurprisingly enough though, I wasn't very content when it came to actually putting what I learnt that day into practice. It took me 4 tries to get the hang of inductive and deductive writing. I kid you not, AT ALL. I admit, I'm blowing this out of proportion but REALLY, self? Honestly?
I suppose I can explain it without worries. Flow towards a conclusion, flows down from a premise etc.
But for the life of me, I can't write. I can't write only having "formal writing lingo" floating through my head. I become so..unfathomably caged up by my own worries about what's necessarily "right" or and that fear of doing it "wrong"
Geez, woman. It's just writing, and it's only your first class.
I told myself that when I walked out of class, all depressed and vexed. The lecturer seemed so genuinely nice though, she seemed so reassuring. That, I need. What I don't need is such technicalities in writing.
I do, however, look forward to class next week. Even if I do expect another blogpost like this next week :(
It really has been a while, hasn't it? Give me one word, and I'll write you thousands. Give me nothing and I would only have one word: WHAT?
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