"The class of Writing 1301 comes to an end with the blessings of Jesus and gifts from Santa Claus."
"The church-like silence and awkward tension that penetrated the packed-to-the brim classroom could be attributed to the nervousness of the new students. The unique and pleasantly quirky personality of the instructor immediately grabbed the attention of my fellow stone-faced college students."
"I danced extremely competitively and it would take up all the time in between school, eating, and sleeping."
"Not too psychoanalyze this in too much depth, but perhaps my distate for academic writing is seeded from the problem I have with obeying authority and rules. While I wish writing could feel like an expression of creativity, like painting, I end up feeling restricted by the rules."