The Potential for Potential

In response to my XXX Life paper...
The Potential for Potential
There was nothing I could do but stare at it. Was it real or a figment of my imagination? It sure looked real. I took a risk and stroked my finger along the edges; it felt real. Maybe I was dreaming… I pinched myself out of curiosity. Owe! No, definitely awake and I hadn’t been drinking, it must be real.
I held my persuasive essay to my chest. It was real; I had done it. This paper caused me heartache, stress, and more tequila than I’d like to admit, but I sat on my couch clutching my paper like a new born child. And in that moment it was. All of the hard work throughout the semester produced a paper that I could be proud of. There were faults as always, but I loved it none the less, kind of like how a parent loves their kid even though he’s a jerk.
I was only able to finish my paper because of the help I received from the writing center, Paul, and all of those damn handouts… and of course The Little, Brown Essential Handbook which is now my bible. All of the information and resources provided to me I utilized. The people in the computer lab now know me by name as I worked on my paper there all semester. Not to mention my lack of computer skills, but they always came to my rescue!
Through the entire semester I learned a lot about myself as a writer. I have a long way to go, but I feel better prepared with each draft of my paper that I turned in. I’m confident that one day I will no longer be a “wanna-be writer.”
Oh, and if writing this paper is any semblance to having a child, I’M NOT HAVING ONE.