The Last Week

When you’re little, there are things you never think you’ll ever reach (and I’m not talking about the cookie jar up on the counter). You never think you’ll ever be as old as the big sixth graders. Becoming one of the high school show choir kids that sing around town every Christmas? Impossible. Thoughts of driving, of dating, of getting old enough to move out and not be with Mom & Dad anymore, all unbelievable. Incomprehensible.

Then suddenly you’re there. You realize that sixth graders aren’t really that big. Show Choir isn’t as wonderful as you dreamed it would be. You drive (in fact you love it), you definitely date, and you moved out. And your freshman year of college, which seemed so far away even in high school, has already flown by and is nearing its end. Only three more days until it’s time to pack up and leave again.

Isn’t it crazy how fast time goes by?

This first year of college has changed me. It really has. I’ll be honest, I didn’t really want to go, but gosh, it’s helped me see everything in a different and new light. Looking back I laugh at the Old Abbey that was dreading coming to Ephraim. Little did she know that she was about to have the best ride of her life thus far. She wasn’t able to comprehend that she would lose so much but gain so much more, and what she would gain would be better than what she had before moving out of her familiar home.

Not all, but some friendships from home have crashed & burned (Taylor calls it the High School Friend Fall-Out). I’ve learned that honesty is key for any happy relationship, that girlfriends/boyfriends totally kill any meaning of the term “best friends”, that forgiveness helps lighten loads, that our God above loves us and is by our sides no matter what, that my family are my greatest friends and confidants. Even friendships from here in Ephraim haven’t turned out. That has taught me that God puts people in our lives to teach us lessons and sometimes, they aren’t meant to stay, and that’s okay, because there are better things ahead. Much better.

[I can’t write this and not mention that my family got me through so much throughout these past few months, even from miles away. Our #MorrisonFam group chat is something I am so grateful for. My family is my everything, and always will be.]

This last semester was the pinnacle of my time here at Snow. My sister became my greatest friend, and with that, her friends became mine as well. Never before in my life have I felt such genuine love from so many people all at once that weren’t family. These friends I have here aren’t my friends only because I have something to offer. These friends I have don’t use me, don’t ask favors and never return them. These friends love to be with me and treat me right. I’ve never been more blessed and more happy.

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It’s been a bumpy ride, but these people have made it totally worth it. We had the best weekends together, so much fun in the library at night “studying”, so many laughs. I’m seriously so proud to call each and every one of these kids my best friends. I am forever grateful for the experience at Snow College and the people I am able to end it with this year.

It’s a little bittersweet, thinking that after this week, we will all go our separate ways for the summer (or longer). We’ll go from seeing each other every single day to maybe two or three times during the next three months, if we’re lucky. Never ever ever in my life did I ever think that I would love college this much and actually be afraid to leave it. I’m going to miss Ephraim a lot…

I’m thankful for Kels, who took me under her wing and was my friend and my sister. I’m thankful for Elysa, for the times she laid in bed with me while I cried, and for everything else. I’m thankful for Aneisa, my bestie and favorite person to laugh with. I’m thankful for Madeline, who helped me survive my music classes with an almost-positive attitude. ;) I’m thankful for Josh, for his strength and example and all that he has taught me about love and joy. I’m thankful for Geoff, who helped me learn how to say no (haha). I’m thankful for Leedan, the most thoughtful human being to ever walk this earth. I’m thankful for Tyler and his laugh. I’m thankful for Kyle’s hugs and his constant friendship. I’m thankful for Michael because he thinks I’m really funny. I’m thankful that I got to have Kenzie as my roommate for a semester and see her off as she went to France for her mission. I’m thankful for the cuties that have called me every now and then to tell me about their lives. I’m thankful for all of these people and so many more, I can’t even count all the people here in Ephraim that have made me smile.

Life is good.

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I’ll never forget what I could never imagine as a little girl: my first year at Snow College.

Reflection Letter on Rhetoric Rationale

Once again, addressed specifically to Lauren Matthews:

This letter entails my opinion of my success in two of my essays.

The first, “Stars & Stripes, Butterflies & Fireworks: A Story Of Love Untold”, is a descriptive narrative and true story from my own life. My purpose in writing is to tell a story in a descriptive kind of way, and, well, I believe I did just that. My audience is for anyone and everyone that happened to come across this paper, my purpose for them to enjoy my writing—I think I survived that qualification as well.

In your own comments to me, you wrote: “Lovely, clear sentences. You are really playing around with voice and I really appreciate it.” Voice is something I worked on a lot in this paper. It being a true story, I really wanted my reader to go away feeling like they knew me, like my thoughts connected with them, like any other paper written by Abbey Morrison would be recognizable, because “that’s how she writes”. Overall my tone is reflective and almost whimsical I would say—any dream unlived but most desired should sound like a repetitive thought whispered in your mind almost like a secret, in my opinion. And that’s how I wrote “Stars & Stripes, Butterflies & Fireworks: A Story Of Love Untold”.

The second paper I choose to discuss is my issue paper, “High School and College: A Letter To My Adolescent Friends Titled ‘How Dare You Think You’re Life Is Hard’”. It is apparent that my audience is to high school students. My purpose in writing was to let them know what I thought of their struggles verses mine. I think my argument is effective because I’m honestly afraid to show this essay to any high school friend that I have for fear that they will get super offended. But if they did read it, I think it would convince them that their high school issues are ludicrous and miniscule in comparison to a college student’s.

Again, I used my voice loudly throughout this piece. A ten-page paper couldn’t be exciting if I wrote with no emotion, so writing about something that actually bugged me made it easier to get my point across and make actual arguments that I had a passion for. I used metaphors to add creativity, I used personal insights for credibility, and I inserted lots of relatable quotations, including one of my own from a blog post of mine. This paper was one of my favorites to write because I was able to write and hold nothing back—my opinion was the only one that mattered in this paper and I was able to express everything I wanted to without interruption: that is the beauty of writing. No one can stop you.

These two papers were the two I was most invested in. Writing for myself is a lot easier than writing for any other cause.

Reflection Letter on Writing Process

To all English & writing teachers in general, but more specifically, Lauren Matthews:

In any writing class, for me it’s always about patience. I recall a year ago when I was in a creative writing class, my teacher never explained anything, but let us go loose on whatever the syllabus said we had to do. See, I already knew how to write. Thinking I’d get more help on the subject though, I signed up for that class, only to receive nothing and use what I already knew to get the A.

So am I a bad writer for never having a good teacher?

College has a funny way of twisting your view and opinion of yourself. You come in thinking you’re great at something, only to learn you’re actually quite mediocre compared to the rest of the world. And so it was with my writing skills this semester at Snow College.

I came in thinking I knew a lot, and honestly I got bored because in every writing class I’ve taken—all the rules of grammar, of MLA, of using voice, of being creative—are so redundant. But to my surprise, I was humbled: I learned something this time around. I’ve learned that not everybody can understand my thought process, that I actually have confusing paragraphs, and, despite how organized I am outside of the classroom, my papers sometimes suggest otherwise. These are things I can continue to work on as I continue to write, because there’s always room for improvement.

Throughout this writing class, English 2010, I have written a rhetorical analysis towards Amy Chua and her ineffective argument that Chinese parenting is superior; a descriptive narrative on the best day to be had filled with stars & stripes, food and fireworks and car rides; a research paper about the injustice of slavery and the poor ignorance of third world girls that don’t know any better; and lastly, an issue paper (in my previous blog post) about high school and college and which one inevitably brings more genuine tears.

(I get that that was a huge and long sentence, but I used semi-colons, so I should be good, yeah? I like long sentences.)

I’ve learned this year that I am an okay writer. In all honesty, my sixteen-year-old brother is probably better than I am. But contrary to what this course syllabus has taught about the strict rules of writing, I will still enjoy writing most with my voice and my sass in all its glory; this class hasn’t changed me, but I can see improvement.

Thank you, Captain.