My focus on blog post #5 is how the three Wizard of Oz videos have helped me get a better idea of what I needed to do for my first draft of my narrative and how I used the writing process throughout my first draft of my narrative project which is about when my uncle passed away.
My narrative allows me to travel into my brain from then and now by writing down every detail about that specific moment. Bringing me back to that day and reminding me of all the questions and concerns that were going through my head at the time. With a lot of description, I will be able to explore my heart by bringing me back into my past and have me re experience those impactful moments. I am not usually comfortable with sharing my personal life with others. That being said, this narrative will help me overcome that fear of being judged and people knowing my business. This gives me the power to be comfortable expressing the emotions I have felt in passed memories through writing. What shapes our sense of identity are the stories we tell ourselves. I feel that after that specific event has happened, the way we interpret it could be different from the whole event itself.
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In this blog post I will relate the emotion in Hills like White Elephants to an emotional time in my life when my sister told me one of her biggest secrets. My theme will be about family and how you stick by each other and accept people for who they are. The bright sun was beaming through the car windows. Although being only April the sun made it feel as though it was the middle of July. My sister and I were on our way to the hairdresser, very anxious I asked “what are you going to do with your hair?” “Just a few more highlights and a cut, how about you?” “I’m thinking a purple tint and a trim” “Sounds good, and don’t worry about the price i’ll take care of it” she replied. After our hair was finished we went outside to see it in the sunlight. The way the sun’s beams hit my hair making it look so beautiful and shiny it was unreal. “Do you like it?” says my sister. “Yes I love it, thank you!” We head back to the car where the leather seats were burning from the sun’s warmth and she begins to say to me “I have to tell you something”. “What is it, are you okay”? “Yes im okay” “Then what’s the matter?” She looked at me with tears in her eyes, immediately I expected the worse. “Don’t even tell me I don’t want to know” “Nothing happened to anyone, everyone is fine” she replied. “Okay then, so go on”. She glares out the window and begins to tell me one of her biggest secrets she’s never told anyone. “Me and Michelle are together.” Michelle being her best friend I was in shock. “Really? Why were you so worked up over that” I say. “I didn’t want you to judge me or look at us differently” “I wouldn’t ever do that, you know you can tell me anything”. “I know, but I was just scared”. “So when did this happen?” “Since my senior year”. “What! You have been hiding this for seven years?” “Yes”. She continued to answer all of my questions and then it all seemed to make sense. I made sure that she knew id never judge her and that id always support her. And since then we have become closer than we ever were. My third blog post is going to connect with the reading My name is Margaret because we both experienced fear. Being a negro and working for white families, Maya felt alone and believed she had no one and that is how I felt when I found out my uncle had passed away.
I woke up that morning just like any other. The smell of fresh brewed coffee coming from downstairs with a faint voice in the background of my mother on the telephone. A cold breeze coming from my window bringing chills throughout my body. It was a crisp winter day, January 7th 2011. Continuing my daily routine, off to school I go. Throughout the day everything seemed normal, but deep down I knew something was wrong. As the clock hits 3:05 the piercing sound of the bell catches my attention, it’s finally time to go home. It was lollipop tuesday so of course after the bell rang I ran straight to the taffy line. Opening the school doors a gust of cold air brushes across my face giving me goosebumps. After several minutes of searching for my moms car I see my mommom in the corner of my eye, my stomach drops as this breaks my daily routine. Immediately I know something was wrong. Entering the car my head was filled with questions and concerns. The pounding of my heart became loud and rapid. During my short ride home, the silence of my unanswered questions made me feel sick and uneasy. As I arrive to my house I open the door and a bunch of familiar faces are standing in my house. Before I even got the chance to ask what was happening my mom quickly grasped my wrist and pulled me into the kitchen. Her voice became shaky as she told me the horrible news. I didn't believe her. I threw my cotton candy lollipop at the counter top where it shattered and fell to the floor. Tears ran down my face as my mom hugged me. She was trying to comfort me, but she was just enhancing the terrible feeling that was trembling through my body. I felt numb. |
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