In the past, I have composed anything from lengthy research
papers to frivolous blog posts (see my other blog, Metaphorical Pencil
Shavings). I have won awards of distinction in poetry and extemporaneous speech.
I have given several sermons and speeches in formal settings. I have composed
small songs on piano and written harmonies and descants to be sung on existing
songs. My compositions have been for myself and for others. I’m no stranger to
art or its intricacies, nor am I new to the use of rhetorical strategies. My
writing, I believe, has its own life and a voice unique to me.
I have not wanted to seem cocky, by any means, but I am confident
in my abilities.
Therefore, I’m not expecting to learn anything new in this
class. I am, however, certain that there is a need for me to take this class.
Though I am confident, I also recognize that perfection does not exist. I know
that writing is a tool in constant need of refinement. I feel that any words I
spout can be arranged and rearranged to be better, more decisive, and more
explanatory. I feel that practice is my only means of improvement. And I also
feel that improvement is the only way to know I can express myself accurately
and concisely.
But, I also feel that composition and expression are things
that aren't dominated by essays or blog posts. Musicality and physicality play
heavily into feeling and therefore expression. My work with food and the love
of it is another way that I express my opinions. I feel that composing a menu
or a dish at all is an intimate part of who I am and what I want to give to the
world. I am, through delicious means, expressing love and curiosity.
