tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47171984002809747932012-02-16T02:55:46.384-08:00LizNDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11272626586063945434noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717198400280974793.post-79434394646584300222009-01-21T12:35:00.000-08:002009-01-21T12:57:10.959-08:00I am a person who loves words. Despite this fact I do not enjoy writing. At all. Thus is the basis of the Liz+Language Paradox.<br /><br /><br /><br />I've taken my share of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">English</span> classes. One every year for as long as I can remember. I tend to shy away from the honors course, or anything that really requires a lot of work. I've written plenty of assignments ranging from short stories to calculus lab reports. My longest paper completed was a 7 page research paper for my high school <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">English</span> class on Hamlet's soliloquies. Because I took an incomplete in my 103 class last semester, I am still in the process of completing a 14-16 (I can't quite remember at the moment) page paper on myth in the modern world. I was placed into the 103 class based on what I can only assume was my SAT scores. 103 was an enjoyable class in itself. I liked the lessons and discussions. The papers didn't quite suit my fancy, but they did introduce me to a wonderful thing called an etymological dictionary, and I'm glad for that. I'm not absolutely certain that there's anything else for me to write about, so I shall now conclude this post and bid you adieu.<br /><br />~Liz Murray<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4717198400280974793-7943439464658430022?l=thelizlanguageparadox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LizNDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11272626586063945434noreply@blogger.com3