So it ends.  Nothing major just another class of college.  I hope that I pass but even if I didn't pass I hope I have gained enough from it to make it worth while.  While I cannot accurately judge that assessment yet I can hope.  A few complaints on some parts but over all taking online classes has been a good experience.  However for the next class I plan on taking a in person version instead of the online course.  It would be interesting while now allowing me the freedom and flexibility that I currently have with the online classes.  I do not know if I'll keep writing in here.  Maybe the new class Eng 122 will require it too. Time will tell and until then tootles.

Just isn't write.  

One of the things I had hoped going to college would do would be to encourage or get me to write more.  So far it hasn't really happened.  By writing I mean production of fictional content.  Completing class assignments has been difficult enough as I wonder if I have lost my creativity.  Even this blog lacks when you compared it to what I pumped out previously.  My crutch in the past was to use pain as a motivator for writing.  Even when it was self induced through self harm.  Now that I am not depressed nor am I cutting myself the creativity appears to have fled.  Perhaps it never was really mean producing all that,  perhaps it was from the demon attached to my back.  I should be glad to be rid of it as I am content and happy however that does not fit or align with my desire of being a writer.  Now it seems I was looking for an easy crutch or something to help but English Classes has not provided that.  Perhaps I just need more time and effort.  That I do not know.