I became a tutor at the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter 2022 semester. I had taken the prerequisite course (ENG 363) the semester before. In this course, I learned a lot about the theory behind why we tutor in the way we do. I also went to practicums in the Writing Center
My Biggest Fear About Tutoring
I joined the Marian E. Wright Writing Center in the Winter of 2021. The semester before, I had taken ENG 363, the prerequisite to becoming a tutor at the Writing Center. When I started the class, I was not sure at all that I would want to be a tutor. I had previously tutored math
Writing by Alexzander Kyle (2022 April Poetry Contest: 2nd Place Poem for Prompt 2 – Writing)
A rush of emotions, A simple feeling. Forced by the ear, Forced by the self. Regardless of your reasons, The page is blank. Fill it as you will, Fill it with love and romance, Fill it with anger and vengeance. Perhaps a bit of laughter, Perhaps a bit of sadness. Regardless of your choices, The
Dreamer by Connor Bryant-Ott (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 2 – Writing)
I sleep so little And yet, I dream a lot. Shaping friends on cracked ceilings Casting shadows on peeling walls Painting ideas in my subconscious Sewing paper wings on crippled thoughts Writing of my life to be on crumpled paper I can keep on living With a little sleep. But empty of dreams, I wouldn’t
Head Up by John Riggins (2022 April Poetry Contest: 3rd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
See my dad was Jamaican told me everything was irie/If life is late giving you blossoms it’s because gardening you a field of ivies/So just smile and I know a lot of patience comes with that/See life will give you L’s but it’s about the comeback/But I’m tough for her I love her, life’s a
An Ode to Spring by MarKayla Clements (2022 April Poetry Contest: 2nd Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
To the roses in full bloom on Second Ave- I’ve missed you This winter has not been kind to me It’s cold has lingered in these bones for too long I’m so glad the spring rain has brought you here to me To the window daisies that dance to the buzzing song of the bees Your
Primavera Imperatives by Molly Stover (2022 April Poetry Contest: 1st Place Poem for Prompt 1 – Spring)
Wear the worn ones that are well-loved and grass-stained. Care for the worms as the rains have left them unearthed. Be gentle with all but the mud as you reacquaint yourself with a long-awaited rebirth. Remember the guileless child with eyes wonder-wide. Listen to the new birds sing days-old, age-old songs. Turn your face to
Halloween by Leticia Silva (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place Poetry)
clouds engulf the sky rain patters on the ground wind whispers through the air heat is absent cheeks are pink noses disappear breaths are sharp fingertips disintegrate ears feel scorched leaves sweep across yards footsteps are erratic and bountiful children’s laughter echoes creaking comes from open doors crackling is followed by hands grabbing sweetness is
Reflecting Guilt by Cody Alexander (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 3rd Place Short Story)
There were already stains on the carpet when Shawn arrived at the motel earlier that evening, but this new one stood out. He could see it clearly in the reflection of the mirror…that, and the lifeless woman lying next to it. A rivulet of red seeped out from the bullet wound in her neck, and
Walden Manor by Anonymous (2021 Spooktacular Writing Contest: 2nd Place Poetry)
Light of each step, a haunting on air, A spine now made of ice and glass, Shadows quickly run–and laugh all as one, Into a night now quiet at last, A graven reminder of old Walden Manor, On a hill where a banner once flew, Every October–those looking over, See castle ground stones on the