For this Blog post, I will responding to questions based on rewriting our narrative project. What is Fan Fiction -- and why is it making people nervous? (Stephen Downes), Rewinding and Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Head (Hidden Brain Podcast)
1 Comment
In Blog post #7, we discussed what found poems are in our English class. Are assignment was to create a found poem using descriptive language from our first draft of our Narrative project. A Painful Childhood I gripped my hands so tight around my head, trying to protect it. My knees were crushed into my stomach, My shoulder blade pierced into the floor I was crying out in pain I felt the physical pain in my back, and the aching pain in my heart I was her punching bag, her stress reliever She wasn't a sister to me then, just a monster I was terrified of I felt trapped, I was embarrassed that only made her stronger, and more dangerous to me I could have done more I will never forget the feeling I had, and the terror I dealt with. Do you think the narrative provides enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem? I believe the narrative contains enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem. Do you think the descriptive language more so creates a setting or delivers the subtext of a theme? I think the descriptive language creates a setting, but I could always add more to enhance the scene. In revision, will you focus on using description to develop more of the setting or more of a theme? I will focus on using more description, especially in the end of my narrative. My hands were shaking as I dialed my dad’s number.
“Dad, I screwed up, I really screwed up. A car hit us. I am so sorry” He could automatically tell I was drunk. My heart was racing as I stared at the thick, black scrape and dent all along the side of my Dad’s Audi. I must have been shaking like crazy, because Christina laid her hand on me and told me to sit down. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind; why did this happen? What is going to happen? Everything happened so fast. I walked over to the passenger door and sat down inside. I started to cry, probably because I was very intoxicated which is why Christina drove. Should I be mad at her? Was it even her fault? I didn’t even see it happen, I was too busy searching for my phone. The noise was what I couldn't get out of my head; an ear-piercing, screeching sound. None of this would have happened if we just stayed. My mind kept replaying everything that happened earlier that night. “Dad, can I please drive your car down to Temple tonight? I can park right outside Christina’s apartment.” I asked my dad, hoping he would say yes since I had no money for an Uber. “I guess so. Be super careful.” I arrived at temple, but the spot I had in mind to park on was full. I ended up parking a couple blocks away, but the only problem was I had to move the car by 7am the next morning. As the night went on, my friends and I became very bored. Our plans fell through, and we all ended up going home pretty early, around 12am. Christina and I were not tired at all. We stayed up for a couple hours more, watching netflix and making all sorts of desserts. Around 3am is when the night took a turn for the worst. “Hey christina, since were still awake, and we have to leave in a couple hours, why don't we just drive home now?” I said to her, not thinking about the possible outcomes. “Ok sure but I’ll drive since you had a couple drinks.” Christina said as she got up and starting packing her bag. “Okay but be really careful.” We ended up on this shady street, still in North Philly. All of a sudden I heard a painful screeching noise. I felt the car jolt, and I looked the the left and saw a large black car colliding with ours. As soon as the other car realized what happened, he took off. In shock, I told christina to pull over. I jumped out the passenger door, and instantly started to panic. |
MaiaI will use this blog to write about personal experiences and rewritten stories. Archives
November 2018
Categories
All
|