While reading this story, I'm not sure I had any clue what was going on. The way it was written didn't get me to read it in depth enough to attempt and look into 'why'. I thought some of it was highly unnecessary, or confusing, such as writing out every thing on a certain aisle, and the part where Sammy and Stokesie are supposed to be joking. I could picture the store, in part because I know what a grocery store is like, and in part that I knew that Sammy stayed in the same place and what it was he could and couldn't see from where he was, and the way he talked about the people in the store, as well as the store itself was good at showing his point of view and how that translates to the actual situation in the store. What I guess was the climax, when Sammy quit, I still don't understand what the logic is in it. There could be so many reasons for someone to quit, but for someone to quit their only job in the summer, while still living with their parents, and use the reason that the manager treat some girls wrong, which I also don't understand the problem, because if I was a manager of a store and people came in just wearing bathing suits, I would probably ask them to leave too. I hope that covers the prompt.
Reading:
the hate list: 3 and a half hours
short stories: 30 mins
my short story: 15 mins
4 hours and 14 mins
Monday, September 30, 2013
My short story:
Exposition:
The setting is in a hospital
situation/climate is that Victoria is witnessing herself dying, she thinks its cold, and the atmosphere is busy and distracted, though Victoria would do anything to be distracted from what is going on
Conflict:
Victoria vs. her death and what she will remember
Rising action:
- the doctors and nurses burst in and cause a scene and then wheel a hospital bed out of the room
- Victoria realizes whats happening and chases them
- Doctors talking before they enter the room
Climax:
-Victoria dies
Falling action:
- she doesn't remember who she is or where she is. She has no idea the girl in the hospital bed is her. She hears the doctors talk about calling the girl's parents, and becomes very sad that this girl was so obviously alone and there is no one to remember her story but the doctors.
Resolution:
- She is suddenly in a dark room where she feels as though she is in a therapy session, a stranger asks her about the scene she just saw. She expresses how sad she is that no one is there to really remember. The stranger thinks for a while then asks if she could be the one to remember, if it was something she would do. She expresses a future knowledge that it is a burden she should not have to bear, one that will one day crush her.
The setting is in a hospital
situation/climate is that Victoria is witnessing herself dying, she thinks its cold, and the atmosphere is busy and distracted, though Victoria would do anything to be distracted from what is going on
Conflict:
Victoria vs. her death and what she will remember
Rising action:
- the doctors and nurses burst in and cause a scene and then wheel a hospital bed out of the room
- Victoria realizes whats happening and chases them
- Doctors talking before they enter the room
Climax:
-Victoria dies
Falling action:
- she doesn't remember who she is or where she is. She has no idea the girl in the hospital bed is her. She hears the doctors talk about calling the girl's parents, and becomes very sad that this girl was so obviously alone and there is no one to remember her story but the doctors.
Resolution:
- She is suddenly in a dark room where she feels as though she is in a therapy session, a stranger asks her about the scene she just saw. She expresses how sad she is that no one is there to really remember. The stranger thinks for a while then asks if she could be the one to remember, if it was something she would do. She expresses a future knowledge that it is a burden she should not have to bear, one that will one day crush her.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
reading times: 9/22
The hate list:
1hour 45minutes
Short stories:
30 minutes
Beautiful chaos:
20 minutes
195 minutes total
1hour 45minutes
Short stories:
30 minutes
Beautiful chaos:
20 minutes
195 minutes total
The Hate List
Okay so this book is about a school shooting... I pray that nothing exactly like this has ever happened, two people just talking and thinking that they understand what the other is thinking, and that one of them thinks its that he should shoot a bunch of people because they don't like them. I mean you have to be kinda off to think that when someone says they hate someone, and says things they don't mean, to think they do mean them, and to decide to kill people because of it... But also if the gunman was always kinda obvious of his intentions, WHY wouldn't you say something to them or anyone?
So far in the book I feel like they plan on showing her in the present, then adding flash backs every time something relevant pops up, and I'm confused about what it is that the plot in the story will be after they finish explaining what we already know about.
So far in the book I feel like they plan on showing her in the present, then adding flash backs every time something relevant pops up, and I'm confused about what it is that the plot in the story will be after they finish explaining what we already know about.
what my short story character thinks about before she falls asleep
Well, in all actuality, my character doesn't get to sleep, so this is just what she would be thinking about if she did.
Did it really have to have taken so long for that one to finish? No, thats not right, I shouldn't think like that. All that matters is that I have his story written down. His legacy is more important then getting to sleep. Oh, but I need to, I feel like the father of that girl the other day, too busy with work to get home in time to save her.
I wonder what my parents were like. Were they there when I died? My first assignment, the one that I didn't get to get the story, the girl died and the hospital didn't call them until after. It bugs me that I never heard her story. I wonder if anyone did? Did she die and become lost? One of the ones no one remembers? Poor girl.
Wait. Is there even anyone else like me? Am I the only one that remembers stories? No, that can't be, too many people would be lost.
Lost. I wonder if theres a song called that... If its anything like it really is... being lost... like me... never going to... remember.
Did it really have to have taken so long for that one to finish? No, thats not right, I shouldn't think like that. All that matters is that I have his story written down. His legacy is more important then getting to sleep. Oh, but I need to, I feel like the father of that girl the other day, too busy with work to get home in time to save her.
I wonder what my parents were like. Were they there when I died? My first assignment, the one that I didn't get to get the story, the girl died and the hospital didn't call them until after. It bugs me that I never heard her story. I wonder if anyone did? Did she die and become lost? One of the ones no one remembers? Poor girl.
Wait. Is there even anyone else like me? Am I the only one that remembers stories? No, that can't be, too many people would be lost.
Lost. I wonder if theres a song called that... If its anything like it really is... being lost... like me... never going to... remember.
Monday, September 16, 2013
reading times: 9/16
literacy narrative:
1 and a half hours 9/11-9/12
Beautiful Chaos:
1 hour 9/11
150 mins total
1 and a half hours 9/11-9/12
Beautiful Chaos:
1 hour 9/11
150 mins total
Ebook
Well seeing that the literacy narratives are mostly revolved around a semi personal to very personal story, I'm not sure how I feel about publishing it. Normally I'm fine with people reading my writing, but normally I write fiction and stuff that isn't ever directly about me. I guess it has to do with my view of art, and I think writing is a type of art. Its a way of expression when talking doesn't work. Going from disguising my point and feelings in something, you have to talk about it in the assignment, and it feels slightly more personal then most other things.
Then about other people reading it, I just hope it makes sense, and no one reads my paper and decides to say something about it that I might hear, or ask a question I might not want to answer. Really, other than that I don't really have any other problems. Also, I feel like pictures can make or break something, and you can more easily break a paper with pictures.
Then about other people reading it, I just hope it makes sense, and no one reads my paper and decides to say something about it that I might hear, or ask a question I might not want to answer. Really, other than that I don't really have any other problems. Also, I feel like pictures can make or break something, and you can more easily break a paper with pictures.
Reading Response: Harrison Bergeron
Well, it started okay. The idea was very creative, and it was written so that you could see what was happening. You can tell that whats going on isn't right, and the people are too confused all the time to notice it. It gets confusing for the reader though, when it mentions a boy being seven feet tall and having to wear metal (is that right?) over 300 pounds of it? It seems impossible, even in the far future. And the noises, yes loud noises can be flustering, but not enough to totally forget your train of thought and what your doing. Especially not that your teenage son just went insane on TV and was shot and killed publicly.
Also, it didn't elaborate on somethings like how they managed to make everyone equal. Did everyone wear masks like the ballerinas? Did everyone wear voice modifiers? Did they rebuild the city so every house is the same? Also, writing a story where everyone is supposed to be the same, what is there to define a character? You can't say, "oh he's the smart one with messy hair" if no one is really aloud to be "smart" or have something someone could make a competition. It just confuses me.
Also, it didn't elaborate on somethings like how they managed to make everyone equal. Did everyone wear masks like the ballerinas? Did everyone wear voice modifiers? Did they rebuild the city so every house is the same? Also, writing a story where everyone is supposed to be the same, what is there to define a character? You can't say, "oh he's the smart one with messy hair" if no one is really aloud to be "smart" or have something someone could make a competition. It just confuses me.
Monday, September 9, 2013
reading times 9/9
Though the Looking Glass:
1.5 hours 9/7
Beautiful Chaos: (Put it down I might read more later)
2 hours 9/5
210 minutes total (is that right... did the math in my head)
1.5 hours 9/7
Beautiful Chaos: (Put it down I might read more later)
2 hours 9/5
210 minutes total (is that right... did the math in my head)
dialoge: sorry I wrote a lot, its a pressing issue.
I walked up to my coach just before we started the last part of practice. After I get her attention I ask, "If I am genuinely worried about my shoulders should I go back to the doctor soon?"
"If they hurt that bad then yeah you should."
I groan and try to stretch again. Walking over to my lane I twist my shoulders all kind of crazy ways trying to get the pain to stop. I do the first hundred in the set and rest on the wall. I pull back on my shoulders as hard as I can and twist around. My coach comes over to see me.
"what was your time?"
I look at the clock. I had forgotten to look, and I didn't hear what she said.
"I didn't hear it,"
She looks slightly concerned. I get irritated with myself, "but I know it was slow."
She sighs and looks at her stop watch. "Ready... go!"
I remember to get my next three times, and as my shoulders start hurting more and more, my times get slower and slower.
By the end I was furious with my self and I was about to cry because of the pain in my shoulders. I kept thinking about how I should have gone to the doctor before and I was insanely stupid for not doing so. Our coach has a short meeting after practice, halfway through I cant stand it anymore and I twist and stretch some more. I basically run up to my coach as soon as the meeting dissolves into some debate about switching practice times. "Do you have Advil or something? anything?"
"They may have some in the infirmary. Go change, I'll get you some."
After I changed and my coach found the medicine and then looked at my shoulders, my friends were taking me home. I had a Gatorade cup in my hand, and as we were walking to the car I began crushing it. "Braces?" I look up from the cup at Clare who asked.
"no its not that,"
"what is it?"
"my shoulders."
Clare's brother looks behind him at me. "Thats not good is it." I don't respond. They pile their bags into the trunk and I get into the backseat.
"Any preference about music?"
I look up, I had been sitting with my head on my knees. Clare had gotten in and was buckling her seatbelt. "Not really."
Michael gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. After sitting upright for a few seconds, I fall over and lay on the seat. Michael looks into the rear view mirror and turns around.
"What are you doing- oh yeah that ok."
I groan and after a while I sit up. Clare and Michael were talking about some movie at this point. I twist my arm at an odd angle and grab the handle above my seat and pull back to try and stretch, then I fall back down to having my head on my knees.
"Try not to die."
Clare adds, "your almost home."
They proceed to talk about how monday was awful and it was for everyone."
"It hasn't been this bad in years." I was talking about two years ago. I had to stay out a whole season due to my shoulders.
Clare and Michael look at each other, "It must be really bad."
I sit up again and try again to twist and stretch, and end up sprawled out on the seats again.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Clare laughs, "Is it bad that we just get a muffled no from her?"
I was talking into the seat and thats why it was muted.
"Don't die."
I groan and twist awkwardly while still laying down. When they get to my house I get out, "I might be at practice tomorrow-" I get ready to close the door then stick my head back again. "And if I'm not there I'm dead."
"If they hurt that bad then yeah you should."
I groan and try to stretch again. Walking over to my lane I twist my shoulders all kind of crazy ways trying to get the pain to stop. I do the first hundred in the set and rest on the wall. I pull back on my shoulders as hard as I can and twist around. My coach comes over to see me.
"what was your time?"
I look at the clock. I had forgotten to look, and I didn't hear what she said.
"I didn't hear it,"
She looks slightly concerned. I get irritated with myself, "but I know it was slow."
She sighs and looks at her stop watch. "Ready... go!"
I remember to get my next three times, and as my shoulders start hurting more and more, my times get slower and slower.
By the end I was furious with my self and I was about to cry because of the pain in my shoulders. I kept thinking about how I should have gone to the doctor before and I was insanely stupid for not doing so. Our coach has a short meeting after practice, halfway through I cant stand it anymore and I twist and stretch some more. I basically run up to my coach as soon as the meeting dissolves into some debate about switching practice times. "Do you have Advil or something? anything?"
"They may have some in the infirmary. Go change, I'll get you some."
After I changed and my coach found the medicine and then looked at my shoulders, my friends were taking me home. I had a Gatorade cup in my hand, and as we were walking to the car I began crushing it. "Braces?" I look up from the cup at Clare who asked.
"no its not that,"
"what is it?"
"my shoulders."
Clare's brother looks behind him at me. "Thats not good is it." I don't respond. They pile their bags into the trunk and I get into the backseat.
"Any preference about music?"
I look up, I had been sitting with my head on my knees. Clare had gotten in and was buckling her seatbelt. "Not really."
Michael gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. After sitting upright for a few seconds, I fall over and lay on the seat. Michael looks into the rear view mirror and turns around.
"What are you doing- oh yeah that ok."
I groan and after a while I sit up. Clare and Michael were talking about some movie at this point. I twist my arm at an odd angle and grab the handle above my seat and pull back to try and stretch, then I fall back down to having my head on my knees.
"Try not to die."
Clare adds, "your almost home."
They proceed to talk about how monday was awful and it was for everyone."
"It hasn't been this bad in years." I was talking about two years ago. I had to stay out a whole season due to my shoulders.
Clare and Michael look at each other, "It must be really bad."
I sit up again and try again to twist and stretch, and end up sprawled out on the seats again.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Clare laughs, "Is it bad that we just get a muffled no from her?"
I was talking into the seat and thats why it was muted.
"Don't die."
I groan and twist awkwardly while still laying down. When they get to my house I get out, "I might be at practice tomorrow-" I get ready to close the door then stick my head back again. "And if I'm not there I'm dead."
literacy narrative
I think my literacy narrative is good for the part in the process that its in. I know that some sentences don't really make sense, but the first time I write something, well most of what comes from my mind doesn't make sense anyway so if its at all understandable I can work with that. I could probably make it a bit more vivid, and put more things that make the scene in it pull you more into what's going on. The problem is that the scene is from when I was younger and I don't remember it down to every detail. The way I write is also the way I think, and not the way I talk, so it's a bit conflicting and even though it seems right, when I was reading it to the peer group I wondered if it was strange that some words I use in my writing but don't use when I talk make my voice in the paper seem off to people who know me.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
reading times 9/3
The city of Ashes:
2 hours 8/29
1 1/2 hours 8/30
The City of Glass:
3 hours 8/30
3 1/2 hours 8/31
Total time: 10 hours
2 hours 8/29
1 1/2 hours 8/30
The City of Glass:
3 hours 8/30
3 1/2 hours 8/31
Total time: 10 hours
response: Sherlock BBC
Okay, dangerous topic for me to write about. Lets see how this goes. This qualifies as a film, right?
Sherlock Holmes, british broadcasting channel, you have ruined my life yet again. Really I blame my friend for mentioning it while I was looking at Netflix, which resulted in two days of only watching Sherlock until I finished the seasons on Netflix.
The thing about Sherlock is that he sees so many things that normally you'd have to really look for, and illustrates a story behind it. The frustrating part is that its all so logical, so why can't I look at a person and know their life's story?
Sherlock is perceived as a sociopath, which is okay, except when he says rude things to people that love him and you want to slap him because of what he's done. He's very strait forward and inconsiderate, and loves to show off. However, when he attempts to read a person and manages to overlook their emotions, which are seemingly unfamiliar to him, he only occasionally notices that he's been a jerk and attempts to apologize.
"Why would she be thinking of her dead child as she was dying? Hmmm I wonder why Sherlock"
"But that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?"
And in case you've ever seen the meme that says, "Anderson don't talk out loud you lower the IQ of the entire street." That was after Anderson (works with police) suggests that a murdered woman was writing a word in another language "rache", and not writing Rachel, which was the woman's deceased daughter.
Sherlock Holmes, british broadcasting channel, you have ruined my life yet again. Really I blame my friend for mentioning it while I was looking at Netflix, which resulted in two days of only watching Sherlock until I finished the seasons on Netflix.
The thing about Sherlock is that he sees so many things that normally you'd have to really look for, and illustrates a story behind it. The frustrating part is that its all so logical, so why can't I look at a person and know their life's story?
Sherlock is perceived as a sociopath, which is okay, except when he says rude things to people that love him and you want to slap him because of what he's done. He's very strait forward and inconsiderate, and loves to show off. However, when he attempts to read a person and manages to overlook their emotions, which are seemingly unfamiliar to him, he only occasionally notices that he's been a jerk and attempts to apologize.
"Why would she be thinking of her dead child as she was dying? Hmmm I wonder why Sherlock"
"But that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?"
And in case you've ever seen the meme that says, "Anderson don't talk out loud you lower the IQ of the entire street." That was after Anderson (works with police) suggests that a murdered woman was writing a word in another language "rache", and not writing Rachel, which was the woman's deceased daughter.
reading response: the city of Glass
How do I explain this... Well, my friend is obsessed with this series and I understand why she is, but I just don't get it. If that makes sense.
The author was so repetitive about certain things when it seems so irrelevant, it was obvious that it was more relevant than you think. As soon as you notice that, you think, oh... I know who --- really is, who their real parents are, why this happened to ---, what ----'s plan is, and so on. When I finished the book my friend spammed me with questions like "was it mind blowing when they told you ----" and I just told her that it wasn't, and that everything was extremely predictable. She preceded to send me pictures of things that said stuff like, "oh I think my theory may be right" then someone saying, "or so you think." And well, all of my theories were right, and I knew everything about a whole book before the characters understood, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The author was so repetitive about certain things when it seems so irrelevant, it was obvious that it was more relevant than you think. As soon as you notice that, you think, oh... I know who --- really is, who their real parents are, why this happened to ---, what ----'s plan is, and so on. When I finished the book my friend spammed me with questions like "was it mind blowing when they told you ----" and I just told her that it wasn't, and that everything was extremely predictable. She preceded to send me pictures of things that said stuff like, "oh I think my theory may be right" then someone saying, "or so you think." And well, all of my theories were right, and I knew everything about a whole book before the characters understood, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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