Going into this course, I was expecting a traditional online class, where we would read myths and write papers explaining them or get assigned historical research or something--which in some cases would probably provide interesting context. But I got so much more. The creative writing aspect of this class was not one that I anticipated but I was pleasantly surprised. I once described it to my mom as "reading myths then writing fan-fictions of those myths," but that's not really what's going on here. I mean it is, but it kind of isn't. Writing an adaptation of these old, old stories gives me an opportunity to participate in the oldest form of human entertainment--storytelling. I get to be a part of the oldest tradition of humankind--reading someone's version of the world, and retelling it with my experience mixed in, so that stories evolve over time and stay relevant.
I know that I tend to slip into abstraction and philosophy, but I just want to make one thing very clear: I am very proud to have this experience, this exposure, and this opportunity to appreciate and create my world and the people in it.
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