In this blog I will be writing about a scene from my past which means I rewrite a part of my life that happened a long time ago just so you know which is gonna be hard not because I don't know how to write it but because there are so many things that have happened to me good like being accepted into Delaware County Community College ( DCCC ) to the bad like my parents divorcing and moving on with other people but Imma keep it positive for this blog. In this blog I will be telling about when I use to live in Lubbock Texas and how I started dancing at 15 Here is a podcast I listened to help me better understand how to write a story from my past What You Don't Know (Lulu Wang) Should I dance or should I go? There are lots of things I wanted to do in life like graduate high school, go sky diving, swim with sharks (yes I am that type of person) and maybe write my own fiction novels like Stephine Meyer, Richelle Mead, and Stephine Perkins but the one thing I never saw myself doing is dancing!!!!! Like no not in like a million years I cant dance I look stupid even trying to dance. So why on gods green earth would I dance? or even try to dance? or take a dance class? But somehow I let my best friend Caylie convince me otherwise. " I am so excited to be starting this class arn't you? " Caylie says all happy go lucky I looked at her annoyed " No not really, explain to me again why I let you talk me into doing this stupid class?" " Because its better than dealing with tennis couches" Caylie says cheerfully" " ok yes I get that, But what I don't get is why you dragged me into this?" I say whining She stops dead in her tracks and a huge smile spreads across her face " There it is the dance room " she says with so much excitement I make an face and say " Ya I can really smell the dance which smells a lot like the football players after practice, sweat masked with two cans of Axe body spray" She looks at me now annoyed and says " Can you at least try to sound excited this is a new thing for both us who knows it might be good for us?" "Or it can be really bad and I could get seriously injured then I cant walk correctly for months then my parents will sue the school for me getting hurt then it will go live then they shut the dance class down all because you forced me into doing this" I say as serious and concerned as possible She looks at me and starts laughing " your so dramatic and have such an imagination" She opens the door and we walk in , and of course it smells like gym class but with mirrors on three of the four walls with railings across the mirrors that took up the whole wall " Well at least I always a mirror to fix my hair and make up in " I say sarcastically She looks at me and says " Really? your hair and face are not the most thing in the world" I ignore her comment and look around the room seeing girls are coming out of the changing room, others are stretching on the cold, but very dirty marble floor and other stretch using the bar. I see one girl bring her leg up to her head while standing up I nudge caylie in the arm and say " Did you see that she brought her leg to her head, umm ya I'm really in the wrong class" She rolled her eyes at me and said " Oh come on she has probably been dancing for years so that's how she can do that" " Well it seems painful just looking at it" I say to her concerned " Can you just relax and see what the class is like before you judge it, who knows you might love it and wanna do it for the rest of high school" she says annoyed again " Or I'll hate it, and hate you for it " I say jokingly The teacher comes over and tells us to go get dressed because class is starting soon. We go and change and by the time we come out the class is already stretching. We join the stretching and by the time that was over my body was sore and we hadn't even started dancing yet. The teacher starts teaching the dance and as I danced and practiced it over and over every day I fell in love with it I danced all through out high school and once I moved to Austin and started my new school I joined my school's dance team and I performed multiple times at our dance shows that we had three times a year plus during half time at the homecoming football game every year. I was happy I finally found something I was good at and that made me feel like I could do anything. I don't dance anymore but I do dance just to enjoy the music and relive my dance days. Dancing made me a whole new person and showed me not to be afraid to show people what I could do.
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This blog is about a dialogue scene I read this story Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) to help me better understand how to write this type of scene with dialogue and symbols with hidden meaning within the story that gives you a better understanding of what that story really is about I hope you enjoy reading and in the comments below tell me what you liked what you didnt and what I could change Her Decision She was scared, she was nervous, but she was mostly fearful, she was shivering like it was 20 degrees even through it was only 70 degrees in her room, she was siting in her bed wrapped up in her blanket shaking with fear she couldn't think straight her mind wondering all over place she couldn't even put two and two together. Her sister was sitting on the other bed across from her yelling at her with venom in her mouth
" You have tell him" her sister said " I know I do but I cant do it" she replied back shuddering " Well you have till Saturday to tell him otherwise mom will tell him" her sister snapped back If only she knew how hard this choice was for her to make, if only she knew how many times she ran this through her head how she thought about all the options she had to choose from and how everyone of them was hard to pick except for the one she knew was right for her. Her breathe started to come back to normal as she thought about her choice and how over time that one thought made her nervous but now made her believe this was what God wanted for her, she believed there was a reason why he would do this sort of thing to her. once her sister brought up their father again she starting getting knots in her stomach and her breathe went uneasy again " How could you be so stupid " said her sister " This is a mistake you need to take back" With that being said anger started to grow inside of her and made all the blood in her veins boil she angrily replied" Why so everyone else can be happy and I have to live with regret of a choice I was force to make??" Her younger sister spoke with that venom again and said "This isn't about who it makes happy but what's best for everyone, Like it or not you need to tell dad he has every right to know" As she listened to her sister go on and on she thought about all the times she tried to talk to her dad about anything. Her dad wasn't the easiest person to talk to like her mom was he had a bad habit of speaking before thinking and this was why she was never so good with telling her father things big or small because there would always end up being an hour long lecture on whatever the subject was good or bad "Hello are you even listening to me or you just gonna stare into space" says her sister annoyed " I said you need to tell dad what's going on and hope he doesn't kill you or disown you" she says with a smirk She looks at her sister with annoyious but also a little concerned she looks down at her hands and realizes the whole time they have been talking she has been scratching which meant her anxiety was acting up which meant she was freaking out big time " Fine " she says " Fine Ill talk to him and tell him whats going on" Her sister smiles " Good do it " THE NEXT DAY In this blog you will be reading about a scene from my everyday life. What is a sense you may ask? well a scene is a moment in which you describe in detail and in action what is taking place in that specific moment to really make you as the reader vision the place as if you were actually there when the scene was taking place like you were in my shoes during this time so I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think the comments below Here are the links to a scene with very descriptive details in every scene to give you a better idea of what a good scene looks and sounds like and that also help me write my own scene
So Not A Morning Person
I'm laying in bed trying to sleep I'm tossing and turning and rolling in my sheets trying to find just that right spot to sleep. The sun is shining bright through the blinds lighting up my room like a Christmas tree I'm starting to feel a little annoyed not because of the light but because of the noise. The noise I hear coming from outside my room, the music blasting, loud laughing and talking. I open my eyes slowing with anonymous while the sun blinds me. I look at the clock it reads 12:30 pm. I sit up annoyed looking around my room then I lay my eyes on my sister's messy side of the room but still annoyed with the noise that is going on which seems to get louder. I look at her side with her mess, shoes all over the floor, clothes half in the basket and the rest on the floor. I shake my head and say " I live with a slob" then think back to the many times I have told my sister to clean up her side of the room. Of course he ignores me and the thought starts to annoys me even more. As the noise continue to gets louder I think to myself " I am a night creature cursed with a family of morning people" the thought cringes in my mind. I throw my sheets off me and roll to the side of the bed with my feet dangling off the side. I grunt in pain because my back is killing me from working 12 hours before now. I stand up and slowly walk to the door, I open the door and walk through the short white hall with plain walls that lead to the kitchen. The kitchen is small with white walls as well but with all red appliances. I smell bacon coming from the oven and I see my mom making sausages with cheesy eggs which makes my mouth water and my stomach burn with hunger. I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. The living room is large with 3 white walls and one burgundy red wall where our flat screen TV is sitting on the wall. The TV is blaring with cringy music that my ears are bleeding to. Once I've entered the living room I see blankets and pillows all over the floor and my sister it laying upside down on the couch with her headphones in her ears and her phone in her face, and her feet on the wall talking on the phone like she has no care in the world for ruining the white wall with her dirty feet. I'm standing there shivering like I'm standing a restaurant freezer. I grab my Steelers blanket from off the floor and quickly wrap it around me and turn myself into a cold burrito I decide to not wanna be where so I run back to my room but just as I get warmed up in my bed my mom calls me for breakfast then I knew it was all over. In this blog you will being reading about a round table conversation with three authors who are Don Murray, Maria Popova, Anne Lamott who will be discussing their writing schedules, how writing should be taught in schools and just overall their writing process. Here are the links to their stories if you are interested in reading them for yourself. Enjoy reading! I looked at my watch and saw that I was running late for my writing class I run into the coffee house with the smell of fresh made coffee hitting my nose the moment I open the door, it was delightful i run to the first open seat my eye catches I place my backpack on the table and as I took a seat I heard a man say "Instead of teaching finished writing, we should teach unfinished writing, and glory in its unfinished." I looked up to identify the familiar voice and low and behold its Ray talking to two woman. Ray looks at me and smiles and waves a hand to come over I smile back and stand up to proceed to walk over as I get there a hear one woman at the table say “For me, and most of the other writers I know, writing is not rapturous. In fact, the only way I can get anything written at all is to write really, really shitty drafts. The first draft is the child’s draft, where you let it all pour out and romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later.” Soon after I hear Ray snap back with “You stumble into it, mostly. You don’t know what you’re doing, and suddenly, it’s done. You don’t set out to reform a certain kind of writing.” then the other woman who I knew way too well Maria responded softly with “I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down.” I walk up to the table and they stopped talking two of the three people smiled so happy to see me once I was in Maria's grabs she grabbed me and hugged me saying how much she missed me and how I should have written to her but with finals and projects I didn't really have time to talk to people I was lucky I had a little time to see what this so called great writing class was about. Maria said " how have you been" then I find myself in a three way with Ray also not even giving me a change to reply. Once they finally let go I say " I'm good thanks so whats the arguing and bickering here then the lady who I had no clue about says " writing process, I'm Anne by the way that they failed to mention to you" I say nice to meet you then say " Writing process huh? I don't really have a process its whatever comes to me that I write" I say as I start laughing. With a straight face Anne replies with “A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without ever putting a word on paper.” I stop laughing and Ray says " Don't listen to her she is just mad the coffee guy messed up her coffee order" I giggle a little but can understand why she is bitter. Maria as always puts her two cents in and says “I’m always in a hurry to get going, though in general I dislike starting the day. I first have tea and then, at about ten o’clock, I get under way and work until one. Then I see my friends and after that, at five o’clock, I go back to work and continue until nine. I have no difficulty picking up the thread in the afternoon. …Most often it’s a pleasure to work.” I look at her lost because she says it so fast it doesn't even sound like she is speaking English I blink a few times to make sure I'm in reality then say " when I write I like coffee and music to keep in energized and prepped up to write for a few hours" then Maria intervenes and says "I never listen to music when I'm working. I haven't that kind of attentiveness, and I wouldn't like it at all." then Ray finally says "Students are individuals who must explore the writing process in their own way, some fast, some slow, whatever it takes for them, within the limits of the course deadlines, to find their own way to their own truth." then I look at him confused and say " but I'm not one of your students though" then he says " I know but I'm just saying in general " I look at the clock and see that other people are making there way to the other side of the cafe for the writing class to begin I look at them apologetically and say " It was great talking to all of you but I gotta go see what his writing class is about so Sabatino doesn't fail me or make me rewrite my whole paper over again you know how them English teacher's are about papers" they all laughed and said they understood and that I should go check out the class so with that said I stood up said goodbye and went on my way to the writing class.
In this blog post I provide answers to the The Proust Questionnaire This long questionnaire was written and created by Marcel Proust, he was a French essayist and author. He made this personality test because he believed that by answering these questions a person can reveal his or her true nature. This test really helps you find out more about who you are as a person. Take this test and discover more about youself. __1.__What is your idea of perfect happiness? Laying on the beach drinking a soda and eating pizza watching the waves build and then crash
__2.__What is your greatest fear? Bugs more specific spiders __3.__What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Easily get anxious __4.__What is the trait you most deplore in others? Self absorbed __5.__Which living person do you most admire? My mom __6.__What is your greatest extravagance? Nails and coffee __7.__What is your current state of mind? Happy __8.__What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Don't know __9.__On what occasion do you lie? To my parents or when I have to __10.__What do you most dislike about your appearance? Nothing __11.__Which living person do you most despise? Don't have one __12.__What is the quality you most like in a man? Honest and loyal __14.__Which words or phrases do you most overuse? y'all and aint __15.__What or who is the greatest love of your life? Coffee and Halloween __16.__When and where were you happiest? At the beach __17.__Which talent would you most like to have? Sing __18.__If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Be less caring __19.__What do you consider your greatest achievement? Graduating high school __20.__If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? A shark __21.__Where would you most like to live? Ireland __22.__What is your most treasured possession? My phone __24.__What is your favorite occupation? Halloween __25.__What is your most marked characteristic? Honest __26.__What do you most value in your friends? Honesty __27.__Who are your favorite writers? Shakespeare __28.__Who is your hero of fiction? Batman __30.__Who are your heroes in real life? My mom __31.__What are your favorite names? Ciara, Deklin, and Jaylin __32.__What is it that you most dislike? People __33.__What is your greatest regret? Not getting my drivers license sooner __34.__How would you like to die? A bullet to the head or heart __35.__What is your motto? Don't have one |
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