Hello there again and welcome to my blog. For our blog post #5, we have to write about an emotional moment I have shared with someone in my life. We have to use these stories My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) and Hills Like White Elephants that connect the theme to our narrative scene. Hopefully, you enjoy it. It was a summer night and I was in a year-long relationship at the time I recently just got a job in a cleaning business cleaning up at a fast food place for them at the end of the night with my mother. Truly the only reason I accepted the job was to buy a promise ring for my girlfriend at the time. As I got inside the fast food place you could smell the burning oil from the french fries they have been deep frying. But the kitchen station was all clean for example the grills where they cook the meat of patties were nice and clean that I could see myself. As my mother was with me she said to me “A comenzar le” (“Let’s get started”) and all I did was nod and smiled and started cleaning. As soon as we were finishing cleaning the place I saw a car park close to the exit and as I look more closely I saw my father inside the car waiting for us to finish to take us home. When we were all done my mother and I headed out of the fast-food place and got in straight in the car. I said hello to my father and we drove off to the house and then suddenly I get a text message it was my girlfriend. She said, “Can we talk?” I replied saying “Sure let me get home and we can talk.” She replied saying “No, I need to speak to you right now” At this moment I was nervous because in my past relationships it was never good news when they would tell me they wanted to break up so I braced for the worst. I replied saying “Okay what is it?” As she was replying I was really nervous not knowing what she wanted to speak about then she said: “I think it’s not working out between us and I think we should break up.” At this point, I tried not to make any faces or expressions since I was with my mother and father but inside I felt broken not wanting to just be alone. My window was down from the car and I felt the wind hit my face enjoying the cold summer air trying to think about something else besides the message that drive from the fast food place to my house is usually about 10 mins but it really did feel like an eternity. I didn’t know what to say and not too long ago I was thinking of getting her a promise ring as soon as I saved enough money. To me, if I gave her that ring I would have thought that we would be together for a very long time. Finally, we get to the house and I get out of the car and open my front door. I say “Goodnight” to my parents with a smile in my face but inside I just break down and cry. I finally get ready for bed and then as I lay on my bed I pick my phone up and start typing. I replied with “Okay.” I lock my phone and just fall asleep.
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For our fourth assignment, we had to read three stories and take three quotes from each author. Then we had to create our own story including the three quotes from each author as we are having a conversation with them in person.
Don looks at me and asks me “Do I have a difficult time in just writing in general?” as he pulls out several of my old writings from High School and blog posts that I have recently written. I responded “Yes” explaining to them I was never a good writer and that possibly I never will be but that I have tired but writing it’s for me . Then Don say to me “First by shutting up. When you are talking he isn’t writing. And you don't learn a process by talking about it, but by doing it.” The Mary says to me “Writing is painful --- It’s ‘fun’ only for novices, the very young, and hacks.” Then Anne looks at me and tells “E.L.Doctrow once said that ‘Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your highlights, but you can make the whole trip that destination or everything you will pass along the way.’ You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice about writing, or, life, I have ever heard. I look at her and say “Wow I have never thought of it that way.” Don then tells me he has 10 implications but he likes this one for me because I may also relate to it “Implication No. 10 The students are individuals who must explore the writing process in their own way, some fast, some slow, whatever it takes for them, within the limits of the course deadlines, to find the own way to their own truth.” Then Mary says “If you are stuck let your mind roam down some alleys that may land in dead ends --- that’s the nature of the process.” Then Anne comes in and tells us a story about her brother stressing about a paper that was due the next day as he was on the verge of tears. Then she says “ I tell this story again because it usually makes a dent in the tremendous sense of being overwhelmed that my students experience. I tell her “I’m always stressed out when I’m writing something or if I have to present or even speak in a classroom.” Don then includes saying “What you do require id a teacher who will respect and respond to his students, not for what they have done, but for what they may do; not for what they have produced, but for what they may produce, if they are given an opportunity to see writing as a process, not a product.” I say “Yeah you are right I have a professor this semester that is giving us that opportunity in his class” and as I said that Don smiled. Mary then says “None of us can ever know the value of our lives or how our separate and silent scribbling may add to the amenity of the world, if only by how radically it changes is, one and by one.” Then Anne says “A writer friend of mine suggests opening the jar and shooting them all in the head. But I think he’s a little angry, and I’m sure nothing like this would ever occur to you. I look at all of them and smile as I shake all their hands say “thank you for all the wonderful advice I really do appreciate it." |
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