For the next week, I am going to be jotting down three good things that happened to me each day. In this post I am going to be using these links to help me complete this task. I used What is Positive Pyschology & Why Is it Important?, Greater Good in Action: Science-Based Practices for a Meaningful Life, and Three Good Things. It is said that doing this relieves stress and makes someone just a happier person overall.
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The focus of the following blog post is to explain my revision process that took place while editing my narrative project. Some links I used to help me through this process was What is Fan Fiction -- and why is it making people nervous? and Rewinding and Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Head. Questions answered in the vlog:
In this weeks, post I had to make a vlog to explain what I have done so far in this class. I talk about my writer identity, my growth as a writer, and the process of my blogging. I am only mid way thorough this course but have enjoyed it so much already. For this next post, I will be composing a found poem revolving around my narrative project. A found poem is taking words or phrases from a finished piece of writing to make new meaning. My narrative project is about a time in my life where a friend of mine made a decision that had a negative impact on me and that is what I’m going to be using for my found poem.
Found Poem of my Past Scene Reading through my work, I realize again "there is no finished project, just a deadline". I do have some changes to make to my project but overall, I am pleased with the end result. I found this poem very easy to do and thought i had enough descriptive language throughout my writing to keep the poem interesting. For this post I am going to be revising the scene I made in blog post 5. This scene is giving me the foundation I am going to use in my first formal assignment in this class. This scene is supposed to reflect a part in my life where someone made a bad design and it had a negative impact on me.
“BANG, BANG, BANG!” I hear a loud noise as I’m in the shower, but the running water is too loud to identify where its coming from. I end my shower abruptly to see what it is. I grabbed my towel and start drying off. I hear the banging again just to realize its on my bathroom door followed by yelling. All I hear is “Erin come quick!” and I recognized the voice. I am now panicked and begin to rush. I step out of the bathroom only just to see my friend Lindsey passed out on the bed and my other friend Maddie just hovering over her franticly trying to check her blood sugars. She is covered head to toe in sand. Her already pale skin has turned to a ghostly white. The panicked feeling returned. “I can’t figure this thing out!” Maddie yells as she’s trying to set up Lindsey’s diabetic supplies “what the hell happened?” I said to Maddie with a crack in my voice. Maddie replied “I--- I don’t know, I just saw Ryan carrying her off the beach and he said she was throwing up” “I was only gone 30 minutes; how could this have happened?” I check her blood sugars just for her meter screen to read “HI”. We’ve only been in the Bahamas for six hours now, but I can only imagine how much alcohol she has consumed in that time frame not even including how much sugar could’ve been in those fruity drinks. I instantly felt frustration towards her. Not only was I scared for her life, but this is something I would never expect coming from her. The strong smell of alcohol was radiating off of her as she tried to form words together. I left the beach early to start getting ready for the club later on that night but from the looks of Lindsey, I wasn’t going anywhere. Maddie left me because she felt as if this wasn’t her problem to deal with. My heart ached for her, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. I rinsed her off in the shower as the alcohol starts to wear off. “I’m sorry” Lindsey tells me I felt a bit of relief knowing she was going to be okay. This week in class we read The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Stetson. This is another two-part post so in the first half, I will rewrite The Yellow Wall-Paper and change the story. In the second half, I’m going to write about a time when someone had a negative impact on me as a past scene.
I sit alone staring at the wall before me. With colors that do not match and lines that do not make any sense. I follow the lines hoping it’ll take me somewhere far away from this room. My room is small and anything but cozy and also has bars on the windows. I forget what it feels like to be outside. To have the warmth of the sun kiss my skin and feel the tall grass beneath my feet. My loving husband, John keeps me up here to make me feel better. I’m sick and since he’s a doctor he should know what’s best for me, right? I sometimes question his madness but continue on with it anyways because I know he is just doing this because he loves me. I bring my attention back to the paper. It has a yellow hue but nothing cheerful or pleasing like the color of the sun. I never knew yellow could have this effect on me, a sort of sadness. It’s so dissatisfying and depressing just like the rest of the room. I need to get out. The longer I stay, the more I lose myself. I decide in the morning I begin my journey on how I’m going to get out of this place. I know it will not be easy, but it will be worth it. I notice the bars on the windows and how if I could just fit through them, I could land on the roof and work my way off of the house. Day after day, I pretend to eat my meals Mary brings to me in hopes to eventually fit through the bars. In bed, I lie awake, hungry but then I feel my stomach and body shrinking and I see hope. Three weeks has gone by and as soon as night hits, I’m going to make my move. I gather together a few thinks and toss them out the window. I put my right leg up and through the bars and continue with the rest of my body. I turn my head to the left and gently push it through. It fits. I pull my right leg out and I am free. I take one last look at that horrifying wall-paper and never look back. 10:10 AM and I just landed in the Bahamas. It was hard to contain my excitement. After grabbing my luggage, I follow a group of people from my class outside. The heat smacks you in the face but I didn’t care, the scenery was too beautiful to notice. For senior week, we booked with Grad City, a company that specializes in these types of trips. Me and a bunch of my friends get on the bus that is going to take us to our resort. Palm trees lined the high way and the blue sky looked never ending. After arriving at the resort, we signed in at the front desk, grabbed our room keys and sprinted to out rooms. Without even unpacking, we put on the first bathing suit we see and get to the pool before anyone else. Grad City gave everyone jugs with their names on them to have filled at the bar. Not thinking anything of it, we grab our first drink and hop in the pool. Life was good. The pool felt amazing after being in leggings and a t-shirt and it was finally time to relax. I was surrounded by all of my close friends and my boyfriend. I was sharing a room with my best friend, who just happens to be my cousin, later in the day I head back to our room to take a shower and get ready for the club later that night. While I was in the shower I heard a bang. Not thinking anything of it, I finished up with my shower. A couple minutes later the banging continued, and it was on the bathroom door. I hurry out to see Karen, my cousin passed out on the bed. My friend said she found her in the sand alone. She clearly had too much to drink and was slurring her words. My heart began to ache. I reach for her test kit to check her blood sugars. She’s diabetic. To find her blood sugars to be absolutely crazy. Her numbers were so high that her tester read ‘HI’. It’s not good for her to have all those sugary drinks. I try to remain calm, but my friend left me to deal with her. I gave up my first night to stay with her and make sure she was okay. |
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