Everyone has that one bathroom.
You know which one I’m talking about.
Maybe it’s the one with the flickering light bulb and the murder vibe in the basement of your girl/boyfriend’s apartment building. 1,093 more words
I glance at my high school rhetorical experiences and peer into what the future has in store for me as a college student writer. I wonder how I can move on from my rhetorical struggles in high school in order to “arrive” as a successful college rhetor. 1,846 more words
A slave to the assignment and confined by a paralyzing case of writers block; this was me. I would sit, stare, type a word, backspace, sigh, stand up, stretch, say a quick prayer, and repeat the process. 1,821 more words