Dear Creative Writing,
I learned many things from you this year. I learned to abandon the strict essay rules of all my English classes before you in order to write what I truly want to. You taught me that there is more to writing than five sentence paragraphs, transitional phrases, and semicolons. You showed me that it was about more than getting a 4 on a writing exam. You taught me to stray from 12 point font, Times New Roman, and MLA headings. You set me free to share my inner thoughts in whatever format I want. Bullet points? T-charts? Venn Diagrams? You accept them all in their roughest form because their rawness makes them art. Your freedom finally set me free of the strict essay formats that have been ingrained in my mind for so many years.
You accept the light and the dark. You take whatever I am feeling and thinking as long as it is true. You do not accept fake writing, and you do not make confines for my writing. You have free-writing posts and one word topics that lead readers on a winding road to wherever the writer wants to go. Point of view, passive voice, and phrases like “a lot” are accepted by you. You do not throw down my work simply because I say “my”, “like”, or “was”. To you, these are not mistakes. These phrases are simply my take on a situation in which I tell the raw truth of exactly how it is. I do not have to go back and edit my work ten times in order to receive a decent grade. As long as I write something with true passion and thought, I have done you proud, and that is what matters. I can come in to see you, give my best, and you accept it with open arms and no rubric. That is what counts to me.
Now, do not get me wrong. You still expect the basic needs of writing. I have to follow spelling, capitalization, and clean writing rules. I have to earn my grade with you, but as long as the effort is there, you let me be who I need to be. This coming school year, I will miss you, but I will take your lessons with me. I will not forget the way you challenged me to step out of the “English Essay Box”. I will remember that what I have to say matters more that a misplaced comma. I will remember to never compromise my thoughts and beliefs to complete an assignment the way it is expected of me to do. I will remember you fondly and continue my journey as a writer.
And who knows? Maybe the next time I run into you will be when I am writing my own book. I do not know what it will be, but because of you, I know it will be authentic and epic.
I will miss you but use you ever time I write.
Farewell for now from a student who learned so much from you,
Leanna.