The sky was dark, with feeling humid wind
and smell of rain, I hurried to Peace Museum. Raining had started just before class
started. When I entered the meeting room, atmosphere was quite blight and different
from usual raining day; I did not know why but not just because of the
different room, which was small and had four white walls. When Professor Stan
came into the class, everyone quit talking. “What is Academic Writing?” “Does
anybody give you any format that you follow?” Serious faces showed everyone started
focusing on thinking. We could not answer. First, I heard there is no definition
of Academic writing, I thought that “Is it true?” then I found out it is true,
after my classmates read out paragraphs from some books. The way of Writings were
all different; the one had detail explanation of surrounding and made me feel
like reading novels, the one had dialogue between two or three people, which
was like I am watching a play.
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