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Welcome to Composition Craft

seminary photoWelcome! My name is Laurel Plimpton and I am grateful that you decided to investigate what I aim to offer via Composition Craft either in the traditional classroom setting or one-on-one private tutoring. I desire to provide students a high-quality classical education, taught from a Biblical worldview. I graduated from Cornerstone University with my Bachelors of Arts – Humanities in Literature and minors in Creative Writing and History.

I am a lifelong learner and avid book addict; who has read extensively and writes continuously. I am passionate about investing in students, equipping them to succeed in college and throughout life by training in the pursuit of excellent writing and communication skills. Putting talk into action, I wrote The Ambassador, a fiction story about a missionary pilot and his travels, based on research about countries, missions and real people serving Jesus Christ. Additional pieces are always in process whether a novel or a poem. Through Cornerstone, I studied abroad in Kosovo and contributed four blogs to the team website: gokosovo.wordpress.com, one of which, “A Special Friendship,” was published in the student newspaper The Herald.

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A Special Friendship

A Special Friendship

 She pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit, a stranger given a gift a hospitality from a girl of about ten or eleven. She is an Ashkali, one of Kosovo’s outcasts, shunned, despised. I sat, shy and uncomfortable at the chasm of language that separated, too prideful to make a mistake. I looked at her, wishing I could say something, not having the courage to speak at all.

“Say ‘thank you,’” came my friend’s quiet, but firm urging from behind. “You know how to say that.” It was true; at least I could say “Falamandarit.” The single Albanian word broke the ice of my cowardly selfishness and I begin to slowly interact with these precious children: high-fiving a boy of three, waving to pre-teen girls in a universal gesture of friendship, delightfully observing as the students of Elizabeth Gowing’s IDEAS project had their photograph taken. But it was the girl who offered me a seat that I had to connect with again. We found each other in the midst of FUSHE KOSOVE_LONG_DAWNPICKBENSONthe gathering and embraced before I had to head downstairs with the American team. I pointed and gestured inviting her to walk with me.  So began a stroll of close friendship: my arm around her shoulders; hers around my waist, our bodies pressed close, bridging the language chasm with touch and looks of affection. The child walked as my shadow and support; aid as I navigated the uneven terrain of the slum she called home.  As we passed a decent house with chickens in the front yard, she managed to communicate thorough excited animation that she lived there. Finally, the moment that I had been dreading arrived and I guessed by her expression that she feared this as much as I. A fellow student and friend captured our images in picture, me smiling trying to project enjoyment over meeting; even though I was sorrowful over the inevitable. Looking at the photograph later, I saw the child turned friend somber and sad, mirroring how I felt inside.

“It’s time to go,” said my leader in a tone of understanding, as I pressed the child close, in a mother-like grip and stroked her hair, both of us reluctant to part. He had given her a gift in my name and later told me, “Something special happened upon the meeting of you and your friend.” Indeed it did.

Laurel Plimpton

Hello World!

Writing for college is like mountain climbing. It’s hard, difficult, constructed one word at a time, just like a hiker puts one foot in front of the other, ignoring the soreness racking every limb, the overwhelming fatigue, a body demanding rest. The student writer must do the same: sit at a blank page and fill it, read and highlight, extracting the main points from the studied text, weaving words to earn the grade, to touch emotion, to make truth known.  Tiredness must be ignored, patience must be embraced, hard work must be accepted as fact.

But when the summit is reached, Hello World! the farthest horizon is seen, landscape takes breath away and every agonized groan, sleepless night and hours of monotony is forgotten, lost in the beauty of the discovery.

But such a view was only possible by hard work, yet it’s the view which made the hard work worth it!

So join me, as together, we learn how to write for college and life. I’ll teach what I know and practice it alongside.