In today's blog I will respond to a few questions that will give you insight into my process of writing my Narrative project.
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The images you see in this blog is a found poem that I constructed. I have found words within my easy from my narrative project, and turn them into a poem. Here are links that explain what is a found poem and a visual on what it looks like Found Poem Form and examples of found.
I had written a composed scene in my last blog in the way I thought a scene was supposed to be compose. The next day while the class was presenting their blogs to the class, I realized I did not write a scene. I needed a smaller time frame and more detail add to my scene. In this blog I'm going to give you "What's DAT" description, action, and time frame. My vision is blurred, but I can see the lights from my laptop keys light up as I lift my face up off it and I push the laptop away and roll to the opposite side of the bed. I see It's bluish-gray outside and the street lights are off, through my curtains. I start to panic throwing my pillows and swing my blanket side to side looking for my phone to see what time it was. I can smell the Morning rising, after leaving the window slightly open last night to let some cold air in. My phone had fallen behind my headboard and landed on the black carpet face down. I started to reach for it, but my arm was too short to stretch through the headboard. I should have just gotten up and out of the bed to get it, but it was too early to think straight.
“Come on, what the hell,” I continued to reach for my phone. I couldn’t reach it, so I got out of the bed on to the floor, lad flat on my stomach, slide one arm towards the center of the bed and grab the phone. I quickly flip it over, pressed my thumb against the home button and waited to see the time. The phone read six o’ eight am. Sitting on the side of the bed I see out of my peripheral vision my laptop waking up. As all the tabs I was working on the night before started to pop up of unfinished homework and test information that I did not review all the way, my mind starts racing. “What am I going to do?” “Why did I listen to him?” “Ok, don’t panic.” I immediately regretted that I went out the night before. I started to speed walk to the bathroom thinking if I was to get dress fast enough maybe I would have time to finish my homework and study a little bit. While washing my face over my sink bowl I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, it read disappointment and regret. No face wash soap was going to wash this look off my face. I brush my teeth and hit the hot spots (PTA is hot spots- pits, tits, and ass). Looking good was not in question today. Therefore I did not do my makeup, nor did I pick out something cute to wear. I set back on the side of the bed, I grab my laptop and tried to finish getting my homework done and reviewing for my test. My time ran out, and I had to get on the road. I did not get to finish, and the only thing left to do was pray that my teachers canceled class. Welcome back, readers. Below is a vignette I have rewritten in narrative-writing. Changing what happened from, The Yellow Wall-Paper (Charlotte Perkins Stetson). I have also, provided my own personal scene of a time when you or someone close to you made a decision that had a negative impact on your life. There comes John, and I must put this away, he hates to have me write a word. But, I feel better when I write, and its dose causes no harm. I will continue to write about this beautiful house and my time spent here. As I sit by the bar window continuing to write, John walks in. “What are you doing girl! That’s enough of that!” he says as he takes the pen and paper out of my hand. I pleaded to him, “John, please hand back my pen and paper.” He walked out of the bedroom after telling me I need to rest. I follow him down the steps yelling, “You cannot control me john, I have done everything you’ve as of me and feeling like a prisoner won't help me get better.” He says that he knows best because he’s the physician, and he loves. He really loves me, but how could he escalate me like this. Well since I was restricted from writing and that’s the only thing keeping my mind off getting out. With nothing left to do I came up with a plan to get outside. I will wait until John to leave for work in town a day away. While he’s away, his sister is left to be my caretaker and she’s can be easily fooled. She announces that she was to go and hang up the linens in the backyard. Then I told her that I'm going to take a nap and not to bother me, but I'm going to leave...
One Sunday afternoon I was sitting on my bed stuffed in my sheets doing my homework. I had a lot of homework to get done, so I made a schedule to get it done. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. I had no distractions to enter fair with me getting my homework done. As the day went on I was making good progress until I got a phone call from my boyfriend. He had gotten back in town early and want to take me to the movies. I told him no because I have to study and finish my homework. Plus, I would lose three hours of time that could be spent finishing up my homework if I went. He was so persuasive, started off by telling me that I had been working so hard that I need a break. He suggests that he would help by checking over my work and studying with me. He had me convinced, I started thinking that maybe I did need a break. I have not had any social time for myself, I did miss him, and we had not been out in a while. What the hell I’m going to go, and I started to get dress. It took me twenty minutes to think about if I want to wear something chill or sexy. I had been working and going to school full-time this cause me to look like a zombie in the face. Forty-minutes to do my make-up. Twenty-minutes to get to the movie theater and the movie was about two hours long. We went and got something to eat and by the time I got home I was exhausted. It took me another forty-minutes to wash my face off, rap my hair, take shower and lotion my body. Afterward, I got in the bed, open my laptop and fell asleep on it. I woke to the next day and none of my homework got done and I did not study enough. My homework was incomplete points were taken off. I had a test that I did not study properly for, I passed with a C. The points did affect my grades and I was mad because I should have made better decisions. |
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