I love Shakespeare. I completely adore the Bard of Avon. I founded, built up and ran the Shakespeare Club at my high school, my roomate and I are looking into founing one here next quarter, I participated in two performance competitions last year, and if you look closely enough, the print on the "parchment" as my backdrop is Hamlet's short monolouge that occurrs immidatly after he sees the ghost of his father for the first time. It begins with, " Angels and ministers of rgace defend us", a line which can be uttered by thespians to remove the bad luck when they let the name "Macbeth" slip on set. Yet somehow, I thought that I would not benefit much from a basic college level writing course. I knew my writing skills were not amazing, but I did not think I would learn anything more in such a class. I was so wrong. Since I began at DePaul, I have been dumped with an amount of work that I was not accustomed to. I found myself constantly reading, writing more, and considering literature in unconvential methods, such as a photo essay. This was fine and completely acceptable to me, I simply had to adjust to college and a shorter quarter system. Yet I never considered how my classwork would change me, I've been reading about writing and …show more content…
Once in class I knew that it would make me a better writer simply out of all the practice and I would have a better understanding of this and that and writing is a necessairy skill for everyone in nearly all workforces, but I, I could not comprehend any other way that I could grow from more knowledge in these subjects. I could not see that my love of literature was directly related to these subjects. I could not see they were essential to my readings for other classes. I could not see that this is what I loved Shakespeare for most of all: his command of writing, his absolute art through the form of writing. This was all lost on