There was a day...

I spent an hour or two last night looking though my computer to try and clear out some files.  I came across my old essays and research papers from the beginning of my college career.  This was probably (and sadly) when I peaked, academically speaking.  I started taking tons of writing and English classes.

There was a point, probably a year after started college where my professor kept trying to get me to submit pieces for publication.  I wasn't interested and often missed the deadlines.  I did get a few things published in the school's Literary Magazines and books, but nothing noteworthy.

Perhaps the biggest Doh! of my college career was the lackadaisical attitude I had toward my professor's insistence that I rewrite a media literacy project to submit it to 20/20 for production.  I took the offer with a grain of salt, rewriting the paper (because my prof said it had such potential that she gave me a D on it and asked me to rewrite it for a better grade).  I did the rewrite but never finished it to the point where it would be ready to submit for production.

For whatever reason I was looking at my old papers, and it makes me want to revise them after eight years.

What a pointless post.