In this blog post, I will be writing three good things that happened to me each day for the next week. I think the focus of this blog post is to make you feel good about yourself and have self confidence. I used What is Positive Pyschology & Why Is it Important? (Positive Psychology Program), Greater Good in Action: Science-Based Practices for a Meaningful Life (UC Berkeley's Project Home Page), and Three Good Things (Greater Good in Action) to help me with this post.
Tuesday, October 30 1. Found a flag: I found this barstool American flag that my sister gave to me a while ago and I forgot to hang up in my room. 2. Did my study guide: I did my Introduction to Business study guide for test #4 on chapters 10 and 11. 3. Hung out with my dog: My dog Chase is usually home alone all day when I'm at school. When I got home I let him outside to do his business then pet him and hung out with him for a while so he was happy and I was happy. Wednesday, October 31 1. Helped mom: I went to Wawa for my mom and filled her gas tank all the way up. 2. Helped dad: I bought firewood and brought the fire pit from outback to out front for my dad so he can have a cozy fire while giving out candy. 3. Hung flag: I hung up the barstool American flag that I found in my room. Thursday, November 1 1. School: I made it to school on time. I was well rested and participated in my classes today. 2. School Work: Besides this assignment I had work to do for other classes. Even though the assignments are not due for a while, I did them instead of procrastinating. 3. Packed up: I packed my clothes and prepared for the long ride I'm taking to Altoona, Pennsylvania tomorrow. Friday, November 2 1. Helped friends: I drove my friends and I up to Altoona, PA. 2. Helped friend: I brought some items to my friend who lives up here already after getting the items from his dad. 3. Helped friend: Took my friend to see his girlfriend to comfort her after her uncle passed away. Saturday, November 3 1. Breakfast: I took two buddies and myself to get breakfast. 2. Pick up: I picked up my buddy at his girlfriends dorm. 3. Blanket: I gave my buddy a blanket to use when he was sleeping. Sunday November 4 1. Home safe: Drove my friends and I back from Altoona. 2. Family: Came home and saw my family. 3. Groceries: Helped family bring in groceries. Monday November 5 1. Pick up: I picked up the Chinese food my family had ordered. 2. Homework: I worked on some homework I had to do. 3. Family: I spent time with my family at the dinner table and talked as we ate.
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This blog post is a reflection on my 2nd draft of my narrative project where I changed the pov, tense, decision, and outcome. I used What is Fan Fiction -- and why is it making people nervous? (Stephen Downes) and Rewinding and Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Head (Hidden Brain Podcast) to help me with this. Check out my narrative page to read my drafts.
The focus of this blog post was for me to record myself (vlogging) talking about my English Comp 1 course and not just talking about the course but to talk about specific assignments and texts and how they reflected upon me and my writing. I can definitely say this assignment was crucial to my self reflecting.
This is an introduction to my Found Poem. A found poem is using words from a text to make a poem. I used What is a Found Poem? | Sample Found Poem | Visual Examples of Found Poems to make my found poem. It is now fall and I found it convenient to make my poem about fall.
The Leaves Leaves in the day, I was too excited. “Come on Jim.” the leaves yelled like a rowdy obnoxious generation z crowd. “Alright.” I said as I drank my water bottle. I walked over the leaves, “Aye we’re here” the leaves yelled like hooligans. The leaves were on the ground, on the gate, and on the brick wall. I was disappointed and went into a deep sadness for walking over the leaves. Embarrassed of this, I went home to rest. “Well your home early.” my mother said surprised. “Yeah” I said with total awkwardness. I went to my room to get away from reality for a while. My poem is Free-form excerpting and remixing: Poets excerpt words and phrases from their source text(s) and rearrange them in any manner they choose Do you think the narrative provides enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem? I think my narrative does provide enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem. That being said, I could put a bit more in my narrative. If not, how do you plan to revise the descriptive language in the narrative? By replacing commonly used descriptive words for more complex ones. Do you think the descriptive language more so creates a setting or delivers the subtext of a theme? I feel in my narrative descriptive language serves as creating a setting. Ex: smelly, crusty bus. In revision, will you focus on using description to develop more of the setting or more of a theme? I will focus on using description to create a setting and try to also incorporate a theme. In this blog post, I will be editing and revising my post from blog post #5. I have read My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee) and My Name is Margaret and will use these pieces to compose my scene about a specific event that had a negative impact on my life.
“Come on Jim we’re heading to the train!” My buddy Ed yelled. It was the day of the concert and I was too excited. I could not be more happy then I was that day. Prepared to be surrounded by friends and good music. “Alright.” I replied as I put a water bottle of captain morgan in my pocket. Ed and I had drank the whole handle but I took the last bit to save for later. It never crossed my mind as being risky or wrong. A lot of people drink under the legal age and I was never caught or got in trouble so the consequences of doing it never really occurred to me either. So as I had done before I grabbed the bottle and went on my merry way out of the house. “Aye we’re here!” Ed said excitedly. The train ride went as quick as a snap of fingers. “Who are we seeing first?” I asked as we walked to the Ben Franklin Parkway. It was decided we would see the artist “gunna” first as we arrived a little after the first performance. We proceeded to the gate where security presented themselves like a brick wall to pat people down for anything not permitted in the concert. Ed was in front of me in line and while we waited I moved the bottle from my pocket to inside my nike shorts. “Next!” the security motioned towards Ed to come forward. Ed was patted and cleared. It was now my turn. I walked up and a man patted me down from top to bottom with his rough hands. I thought I was in the clear but I wasn’t. “Spread your legs.” the man said to me. I did so and the plastic water bottle hit the ground. “Another one.” he said to a police officer as he pointed to me. The officer gripped me on the arm tightly and a rush of nervousness shot through my body as he walked me to a holding bus. There I was, sitting in the back of that smelly crusty bus so enraged that I was getting in trouble for such a stupid reason. I was just sitting there questioning myself “why did I try to sneak in that bottle, why today, why me on a day that was supposed to be filled with fun and excitement.” After the anger left my body I went into a deep sadness. Not the type of sadness you have after you lose a family member, but the type of sadness you feel when a loved one says “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” I was disappointed, disappointed in myself. |
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