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week eight reading and writing

Overall, I really like the layout/design of both my blog and website. Blogger is a lot more editable versus Google Sites, so I much prefer the look of my blog. I have incorporated my favorite colors and fonts in a way that I believe portrays me well.
As I have been behind in the class, my notes have been a little sporadic. Regardless, I think the notes I have completed worked well for their purpose and helped me create my stories effectively. Additionally, I really like both the stories I have written. Although there are only a few, the ones that I have completed are exactly what I wanted them to be. 
As a whole, I am enjoying the readings. I personally listen to the recordings provided, and that helps me a lot. When I read, I have a lot of trouble retaining things. Being able to listen to the audio component while following along helps me with that. My biggest accomplishment thus far in this class is being able to receive feedback and not take it personally. I have always struggled with criticism although it typically comes from a good place. Getting the sentence-by-sentence feedback has made me realize that criticism is harmless and is only meant to help you grow as a writer. After using the feedback to revise, I noticed my story being much more concise and cohesive. With that, I am also really enjoying taking notes like a writer. As someone who has struggled with note-taking because I never know what's "important," this strategy has helped me a lot. 
Moving forward, I am going to stay on top of my work so I don't fall behind again. I also am really looking forward to adding to my portfolio and growing my story.
I have chosen to include this whimsical photo from "Goblin City," as it is still my favorite reading from the class. 

(Image information: photo by W. Robinson
obtained from The Jatakas)





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