I hate writing. I mean that, as ironic as it may seem since I have an English degree. I remember swearing to myself that I would never go into my mother’s profession. She was an English teacher and could go on endlessly about the value of communication on any level, whether it was writing or talking or reading the ideas of others. Blah, blah, blah. Despite my hatred of writing essays, I found myself inevitably drawn to English courses in college because of a newly-discovered passion to communicate with people. I begrudgingly tolerated all the writing I had to endure so I could participate in open discussions every Friday afternoon.