so much green pen on my work....
For my Law on Trial module, I have to write three essays on various topics, each one challenging where the law stands and asking what I truly think of it. I had been so eager to dive into this module. The subject matter is rich, controversial, and meaningful. The kind of work that, in my mind, should produce something powerful, something memorable, something that might even change the way people think. And yet, with only a week until submission, I feel more deflated than inspired. I read back over my essays and feel disappointed. Disappointed in my prose, in my analysis, in the way I’ve expressed myself. In my head, these essays should be exceptional, but on the page, they feel… plain. Almost lifeless. The kind of writing that makes me want to shut my laptop and throw it out of the nearest window. In a small moment of hope, I signed up for a workshop with one of my favourite lecturers, Claire. Even walking in, I felt that familiar knot of imposter syndrome tightening, convinced I was...