This blog post will be about reflective writing, and how I have been using it to work on my Life Choice memoir. I watched “Reflective writing” on YouTube to really get a sense of what it is, and how my Life-Choice Memoir is a great example of it. Down below I will answer some questions about my own Life-Choice Memoir.
1) Who did you work with to compose your life-choice memoir? Was this a good approach?I did not work with, anyone yet for my Life-Choice Memoir, because I am only on the first draft. However, I do intend to work with my teacher, Mr. Mangini, to revise my paper as time goes along. I feel this will be effective in helping me learn about my writing process further, as I continue to edit it. 2) What rhetorical mode, and genre are you using? I am using the rhetorical mode of narration. And I am writing in the genre of non-fiction, and the sub-genre of memoir. 3) When did you write this project? Good approach?I was a little scared to start writing this project seeing as it was such large scale compared to other things we had done in the class; so, I had waited until past the first deadline to write it. In hindsight this was a bad idea, and I intend to finish the next drafts as soon as I possibly can. 4) Where did you write this project? Good approach? I wrote my memoir while I was at home, and refreshed in the morning so I had as much time as I needed, while being comfortable in my own home. I found this was a good approach because my thoughts were clear, and I was ready to write on my own terms. 5) Why did you choose to write about this topic? Good approach? I chose to write about what I did because it is close to me, and it was a situation I wanted people to be aware of, maybe it could help someone stuck in a similar situation someday. I thought it was a good idea to write about, because it is a situation I remember very well, and I weirdly like writing about. 6) How did it feel to write this narrative ("during, after, and since")? Do you have any "if only" moments that can help you revise the draft? During the first draft it felt sort of intimidating, because I wanted to get it perfect from the first try. After I was finished I felt proud that I had written it, and I realized it wasn’t as bad as I had really thought it would be. And since I have constantly been thinking of ways to improve it, and I’m rather excited to see the finished product. 7) How will you revise your narrative? I will revise it by handing copies to my teacher, Mr. Mangini, to have him review them, before I go back into it, and not only make the adjustments he deems necessary, but to adjust on my own feeling for the narrative.
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For this blog post I read “Hills Like White Elephants” By Ernest Hemmingway. This story is about a relationship between a man, and woman; and how the woman is learning that the relationship is not what it should be. I will use this to connect to my own life and once again give insight to myself.
I believe that the woman did end up staying in the relationship even if she shouldn’t have. I believe this for multiple reasons. The main one being that she did not seem to want to immediately leave, and never really mentioned the idea of leaving him. She also seemed docile, and complacent with the relationship with the man, almost like he had his thumb on her and would not let her leave. But one of the biggest indicators that the woman had not actually left the relationship is that she talked about owning the world, and going to explore it; yet when she had the chance to run away from him, and not have to deal with the relationship she sat there waiting for him to come back. I have never dated anyone so I’ve never left a romantic relationship yet the closest I can come is a childhood friendship I had. I remember it well, and at no specific time did I really break away from it but more of a gradual release, and when I realized it was too late. I however do recall the night that it began to slip up. I had been asked to go to a party with my friend Ed, and I had begrudgingly agreed to go even though I hated parties. I walked into the room and was punched in the face by the stench of weed. This unsettled me already, I hated having this reeking odor infest my nostrils against my will; yet I still pushed forward. This is when I got into the main room of the party which was full of people screaming, and dancing like animals wild in a zoo. The smell of weed only grew stronger, as I accessed the scene and saw spill cups of various types of alcohol, people downing whatever they had in their hands, and a general rowdiness of everything. I then spoke to Ed and said “You know this party seems like a bit much for me, can you just drive me home?” He responded “No I brought you all the way here you’re going to stay” I then protested “I have a horrible headache, please just take me home.” This is the exact moment I realized that if this is what he was going to do I must leave this friendship, and before he had time to respond I walked out the door and went home by myself, and he never followed. At that point I felt I was the only one in the world, that the darkness of the night was enveloping me in its cold embrace welcoming to what at the time I could only describe as death; until I finally reached the sanctuary of my home and passed out protected from the cruel darkness of the outside world. This blog assignment is about a story told by Lulu Wang, and her family on how they lied to her about her diagnoses of cancer. This will help give insight on my morals, and how I would handle ethical dilemmas such as the one Wang’s family faced.
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AuthorI am a student at Delaware County Community College. This blog servers multiple purposes, the foremost being that it is to showcase many of my English Composition 1 assignments. However, it also serves to give a look into my writing processes, my personal life, and my own opinions. It is also an amazing showcase of how i have grown over the year, and how my English Composition course has influenced me within just a few short months. Archives
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