Prompt: What is the most challenging part of writing an essay for you? Is it brainstorming, organizing ideas, writing a strong thesis, or something else? How do you plan to overcome this challenge?

    The most challenging part of writing an essay is the word choice. I'm very good at writing stories and stuff, as well as brainstorming; which is my favorite part. But it starts with me just choosing specific words to write. Like synonyms or antonyms, I don't have a wide variety of vocabulary, so now I try to learn new words. 

Summary: Today in class we worked on MLK rhetorical writing in writable. 

Reflection: I finished my writable assignment. 

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