.Today blog is the last assignment of my English 100 class. this blog post it similar to my midterm-reflection.html , made after watching the Reflective Writing clip and the Genres in Academic Writing: Reflection document. I have to answers some questions.
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on my blog post assignment #8 i will make a assessment on where my portfolio stand after I had a midterm conference with my professor . Home Page Well-Being Assessment: Functioning
My focus on my blog # 7 is to create a vlog answering question regarding my writing.It was really stressful and interesting to create a vlog it was a first time before I started I watch a short video called Reflective Writing. My narrative essay: the Wizard-of-Oz Journey2/25/2019 0 Comments My focus on blog 4 is to make a narrative essay base on the technique used in the video those videos clip included the way to describe my emotion which helped me to write my narrative essay draft #1. My narrative allow me to travel into my past specially in a very traumatic moment of my life the lost of my pregnancy. I realized that even though a year went by it still painful, talking about it now make me sad,and angry. When I was writing my story it took me back in that operating room every word i was writing down was painful and scary at the same time to share this black page of my life because I am still mourning. Writing my story made me hungry because I realized that I was weak, incapable I wished I could go back even if the scenario would have not changed.It took me a lot of guts and energy to writing down.I am used to write about happy event.I absolutely believe that life event shape our identity,
My fourth blog is an assignment who has to relate to Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) which is a story of a couple who had a lifetime decision to make. The writing piece was a bit challenging as you have to read throughout the line to understand, the author used symbolism.
It was on valentine day 2011, I was a raining day. My city was boiling, the atmosphere was romantic I was in the car with my mom heading to the airport. “Don’t be sad’’ my mom said “I don’t think everything will be fine’’ I replied and then a sigh escaped my soft lips. Why you think that way my daughter? She asked “Mom it raining outside and you know that traveling in the rain is not a good sign in our culture’’ I said “Stop being pessimistic just put your thrust in God” she said and started singing a gospel song.’’ I started thinking of my family, friends and boyfriend I was living behind me and my tears started pouring like the rain I was watching by the car windows. My mom held my hand. “Desiree.’’ she said “Yes.’’ mom I replied “I know it your first big trip without us and a new beginning you will just be fine it’s a great opportunity, a new life and a new chapter off your life”. She stated I just shook by head as a sign of approval and we arrived at the airport. My mom hugged me and I was disappointed when the mirror broke. “Bye call us when you reach”. Mom said “Ok bye mom” I replied. After the good bye I scroll my luggage to the boarding area and heard that the boarding process had started for my flight Abidjan to Newark International Airport. This is my second blog assignment about the Writing Process which includes the conversation of three professional authors with me. It was 10 pm I just clock out and rushed home to go end my Composition 1 assignment with was due tonight . I was so exhausted ,I have been behind my class homework as I had to work double and completing my job training all week ,in top of all it was snowing as I did not trust my vehicle in the snow. I decided to call a Uber for my commute back home.I tried to call an Uber X but the price was too much for me so I decided to do an Uber pool. In the Uber, I pooled the driver asked me how was my day I responded ok and that I was in the rush to get home.As I checked on my phone to identified those persons I was pooling with I noticed that I was in the presence of(Don Murray),(Mary Karr),and (Anne Lamott). I realized that is the perfect chance to get help on this assignment.
I first asked them if they don’t mind helping a desperate student on her writing assignment . Don Murray laughed and asked me what is about. I sat well in my seat and said that it was about the writing process. Don Murray started “ The writing process itself can be divided into three stages: prewriting, writing, and rewriting’’ “Writing is the act of producing a first draft. ” “the fastest part of the process, and the most frightening, for it is a commitment”. I was listening carefully to him as for me the first draft is the step where I can spend hours and hours. Mary smiled and completed “In the beginning, when there are zero pages, you have to cheer yourself into cranking stuff out, even if it later lands on the cutting room floor”. “Each page takes you somewhere you need to travel before you can land in the next spot.” After hearing Mary Karr words, I started to gain a little confidence as I was not the only one whose stocked at the beginning even the professionals.What advice can you give me to be a better writer? Mary responded “Since I was always interested in how to be a writer, I also gobbled up literary biographies—Walter Jackson Bate on Keats and Coleridge; Enid Starkie on Baudelaire and Rimbaud; Diane Middlebrook on Anne Sexton; Ian Hamilton on Robert Lowell; Paul Mariani on William Carlos Williams. Getting a sense of the person’s time in history often helped me to understand their styles in that context—what literary pressures and fashions and values of the day were forging their pages.” In addition Ann completed with “The very first thing I tell my new students on the first day of a workshop is that good writing is about telling the truth”. “We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are” and let me end with this” and let me tell you this “ Very few writers really know what they are doing until they've done it”. I thank all of them and got out of the Uber and went to complete the assignment. This blog is a connection to My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou). I am writing a life non-fiction event which happened during the 2016 summer.This writing is about the day of my delivery. It was in the summer 2016 as I was tired of walking in the hot sun. The sun was blazing, the heat was unbearable my friend and I decided to enter the H&M store to cool down and enjoy the air condition of the store. Summer was not my favorite season and on top off that I was 9 months pregnant. As we were doing some shopping my friend noticed that the people in the store where whispering. My friend asked me why all eyes were on us I responded to her that I had no idea of what was going one. We were still trying to figure out what was wrong and an old lady approached me with her shopping cart filled with clothes and said “sweetheart I think your water broke “hearing those words my friend let drop the piece of clothes and screamed “oh my god ’’ I smiled and told her that it was just the sweat from the heat I did not end my word as I heard a big splash.
In less than 5 minute my friend and I rushed at the hospital we arrived in the hospital at 12:15 pm my husband was called. He tried to reassure me as he knew that I did not handle pain well. My blood pressure rose when I saw the needles. My husband took an off from work and came immediately to the hospital. In less than an hour from our arrival, I was placed in the delivery room and the pain was so extreme that I could not breathe properly. I asked for the epidural but the nurse told me that it was time to push. In less than 2 minutes after the nurses’ words I saw the staff whispering and called other staff in the room. I knew something where going wrong when they asked my husband to get out .The room filled up, like we were at the stadium doctor all over the space. They asked me to sign some papers for an emergency C-section. I did not even finish scrabble my signature that I was in the hallway from the operating room. I was in complete sleep and woke up an hour later alone in a cold room. I rose up my forehead and saw a little tuff of hair next to my bed with her dad. She was so precious with her soft skin in that moment I realized that everything I had gone through was worth it, Tiffany my treasure. The Proust questionnaire is my first blog assignment. This assignment is focus in a group of question elaborate by the famous french essayist and novelist who believe that answering those question will show your true nature. _What is your greatest fear?
I am scare of reptiles. My greatest fear is not to be able to provide for my kids. _What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? The trait I deplore about myself is my kindness _What is the trait you most deplore in others? the trait i most deplore in other is arrogance. _Which living person do you most admire? The living person I admire is my mom. -What do you most dislike about your appearance? I like everything about my appearance no body is perfect I embrace my body the way it is. _Which living person do you most despise? I do not despise anybody we all have the same blood running in our vein. _What is the quality you most like in a man? The quality I most like in a man is his honesty. _What is the quality you most like in a woman? The quality I like the most in a women is her to be trustworthy. _Which words or phrases do you most overuse? The word I overuse is '' OK'' _What or who is the greatest love of your life? The greatest love of my life are my kids. _If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? I will like to be a Eagle. _Where would you most like to live? I would like to live in Canada. _What is your most treasured possession? I think '' life'' be able to wake up every morning is a blessing. _What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? The lowest depth of misery for me is to not be able to take care of myself ,to depend on someone else for everything. _What is your favorite occupation? I like to cook that my favorite occupation. _What do you most value in your friends? I most value in my friends they loyalty. _Who are your favorite writers? My favorite writers are Moliere and Pierre Corneille _Who is your hero of fiction? My hero in fiction is James Bond. _What are your favorite names? My favorite are Liam and Anna. _How would you like to die? I would like to die surrounded with family. _What is your motto? My motto is’’ if you believe you can achieve’’ |
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