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Friday, October 17, 2008
WorkShop
All three pieces of my work, are just random writing that i either did in class or on my own. Evertime i wrote something down i just thought about, what would i do in the situation. And from their i would just write until my mind ran out of thoughts or the teacher would tell me to stop. Each piece was also a little part of my life, that i either wanted to happened of happened.
Piece 3
Felia Olave
Piece 3
The sound of her alarm clock had awake Emily. Even though it was her favorite song that she hears every morning. It still startles her as though she wasn’t expecting it to go off, yet another morning. The night before she had already picked out her outfit that she was going to war to school. But when she had look outside she thought to herself. “It’s raining cats and dogs”. As the rain drop down on roof tops hit the tops of umbrellas and made big splashing pebbles.
Piece 3
The sound of her alarm clock had awake Emily. Even though it was her favorite song that she hears every morning. It still startles her as though she wasn’t expecting it to go off, yet another morning. The night before she had already picked out her outfit that she was going to war to school. But when she had look outside she thought to herself. “It’s raining cats and dogs”. As the rain drop down on roof tops hit the tops of umbrellas and made big splashing pebbles.
Piece 2
Felia Olave
Piece 2
John and Tina have been married for 5 years and currently do not have any children. It’s more like Tina keeps on having miscarriages which really upsets John. But instead talking to Tina about his feelings he holds them inside until one day he just can’t take it anymore and lets out everything he’s been feeling for the past 3 years. Unable to speak Tina just listen to John while he yells and screams, which makes Tina feel really guilty. A few minutes after the argument they realize that they have a family get together that they have to attend. So they both put aside their feeling and get ready to get ready. 30 minutes later they are both sitting in the parking lot, blinded by the tears in Tina’s eyes she runs into a tree.
Piece 2
John and Tina have been married for 5 years and currently do not have any children. It’s more like Tina keeps on having miscarriages which really upsets John. But instead talking to Tina about his feelings he holds them inside until one day he just can’t take it anymore and lets out everything he’s been feeling for the past 3 years. Unable to speak Tina just listen to John while he yells and screams, which makes Tina feel really guilty. A few minutes after the argument they realize that they have a family get together that they have to attend. So they both put aside their feeling and get ready to get ready. 30 minutes later they are both sitting in the parking lot, blinded by the tears in Tina’s eyes she runs into a tree.
Piece 1
Felia Olave
Piece 1
The image that I’m looking at is a black white photo of a women and a man that could be her husband or lover. It looks as if they've just gotten in a heated argument about what the women has done wrong. As if she had cheated or told a lie to the man in the picture. They way the background is step is she’s in the front with her head slightly tilt to the side. As if she is wondering what to say next or what is her next move. And the lover/ husband are in the background with his hands out like he's looking for an answer from her. There could have been some unfaithfulness to this relationship.
Piece 1
The image that I’m looking at is a black white photo of a women and a man that could be her husband or lover. It looks as if they've just gotten in a heated argument about what the women has done wrong. As if she had cheated or told a lie to the man in the picture. They way the background is step is she’s in the front with her head slightly tilt to the side. As if she is wondering what to say next or what is her next move. And the lover/ husband are in the background with his hands out like he's looking for an answer from her. There could have been some unfaithfulness to this relationship.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
So ture
Drunk Driving Poem
A sad poem about the reality of drinking and driving
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally endingMom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave
.And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
- Author unknown
A sad poem about the reality of drinking and driving
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally endingMom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave
.And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
- Author unknown
My first workshop
Felia Olave
October 15, 2008
Workshop: She sleeps while holding her bear every night
By: Jennifer
It’s written as a poem, but told as a short story. I think this poem/short story is about losing someone you love and having one thing that connects you to them. I can imagine the setting somewhere in the country, in an old worn down house. Also with lots of acres of land. The poem/ short story is very sad; it talks about death, but gives a happy gesture. A line that really speaks to me is “surrounded by strangers that she will soon play dominoes with up in the sky”. This one line probably relates to back in the days when the mother used to play dominoes when the child was younger, and she can imagine her mother in heaven playing dominoes with the strangers that the mother will soon come to know. I noticed that the poem/ short story is centered on religion. More than three occasions where the author relates something back to the Christian religion, rather it is a picture of the last supper hanging up on the wall or having the bible in her hand while her mother was in the hospital. The poem/ short story was also a little bit confusing, the author used the pronoun she and her some many times that I didn’t who she was talking about. The way it is laid out makes it unsmooth. Every other line has an end-dent, and the other lines start at the margin. As the audience to this poem/ short story; I like it. It has an emotional connection to it that brings me in deeper and deeper. I feel like I can relate to what the author is feeling.
October 15, 2008
Workshop: She sleeps while holding her bear every night
By: Jennifer
It’s written as a poem, but told as a short story. I think this poem/short story is about losing someone you love and having one thing that connects you to them. I can imagine the setting somewhere in the country, in an old worn down house. Also with lots of acres of land. The poem/ short story is very sad; it talks about death, but gives a happy gesture. A line that really speaks to me is “surrounded by strangers that she will soon play dominoes with up in the sky”. This one line probably relates to back in the days when the mother used to play dominoes when the child was younger, and she can imagine her mother in heaven playing dominoes with the strangers that the mother will soon come to know. I noticed that the poem/ short story is centered on religion. More than three occasions where the author relates something back to the Christian religion, rather it is a picture of the last supper hanging up on the wall or having the bible in her hand while her mother was in the hospital. The poem/ short story was also a little bit confusing, the author used the pronoun she and her some many times that I didn’t who she was talking about. The way it is laid out makes it unsmooth. Every other line has an end-dent, and the other lines start at the margin. As the audience to this poem/ short story; I like it. It has an emotional connection to it that brings me in deeper and deeper. I feel like I can relate to what the author is feeling.
Today in class
Before i went to class today i was feeling sick and very sleepy. But as soon as Amma starting reading Jennifer's poem/ short story, it woke me up. Thinking back on it, it brought me to a time when i lost someone dear and close to me. I made me feel like i wasnt alone when it comes to death in a family. Like someone else is feeling the same pain i was feeling when i lost someone too. I just wanted to say thank you Jennifer
Felia Olave
Felia Olave
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