Home Is Where The Heart Is

Usually home is defined as a physical residence, a place where mom and dad will always have a wide open door and a warm bed, just for you. The same place you learned to walk, ride a bike, or even the numerous ridiculous birthday parties. Here you grew to be the adult you are now. What happens when the materialistic property leaves us? Sometimes the old house you grew up in can feel far from home, I believe home is where your heart is. For me, home is a feeling of security, knowing that I'm understood, wanted, and loved. My home resides in more places far from the random small town I grew up in; I feel at home when I'm around my family, friends, or even when I am alone. I am at home, when I am able to freely express myself in an unrestricted way.  


Expressing myself in words is not my strong suit; writing any amount of text takes multiple revisions until I find it acceptable. As your quote states in your syllabus: “Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a 
piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds"', this is exactly  how I write anything over two hundred words. I stare and think of my main points and how to word them, eventually, after painful hours, words seem to emerge onto my page. It's very time consuming, and probably inefficient, but I have to go with what works. Hopefully this course will be a major improvement to this fault. 


As for myself, I am currently majoring in pre- pharmacy as a freshman. My favorite subject is biology, more specifically present day anatomy in humans. My hobbies include staying up to date in the latest gadgets and occasionally the latest pop culture references.  I hope this class to be a fun experience due to the unique approach to an English class.

Benjamin Glover