The Vanishing Experience: My First Experience Of College

Seven thirty in the morning, confused, and gazing at my first experience of college I had no idea what this semester would have in store for me. Within the second story of Vawter Hall about fifty to a hundred students are crowding the hall awaiting the arrival of their professors. I was no different; unlike these other chatty energetic individuals I was alone, and desperate to get this first day over with. At eight o’clock bells chime through the building and the students have now dwindled down to those who I will later come to know as classmates and those few who had overslept on the first day. Eight fifteen, the little crowd starts to stir; the professor has still yet to arrive. Around eight twenty a woman with short cut hair arrives in a hurried manner, clearly upset to have arrived after her students. However, to her surprise, and those of her students, the door was

During this period my writing seemed to have experienced maturation. I have added transitions, semicolons, sentence variations and even learned a variety of other ways to write. One of the best ways I have learned to write was through “The Vanishing Stories” my literacy essay. Although it was not very far in the semester, I applied everything I knew, new and old, to that essay as to prove what effect writing my first horror story had on me. This essay also manages to clarify the start of my minor writing activities. On the other hand, the essay that reflects me best is “More Than a Parade,” my profile essay; this is because it took on a personal aspect due to its relation to my heritage. All of the descriptions within the essay were from many years of experience to reflect both the enjoyable and significant parts of the festivities. Aside from the opportunity to flourish as a writer, this class also provided me with a chance to understand writing on another