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In this past class we went over creative writing, The difference between showing and telling, and what is expected of our one semester memoir. I liked how professor Mangini explained it to us through showing us scenes from movies. I can’t remember all three of them, but I know the one was “Ferris Bueller's day off.” (Is that what it is called? I live under a rock when it come to movies sometimes) I feel like using movie scenes was helpful because I am very much a visual learner. I’m excited to do my one semester memoir because I like that type of writing.. “showing and telling I mean.” Not that I do it well but I like reading writings or books from writers who do that well. It makes you really feel like you are in the middle of a story.
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This past week my family and I went to my aunt and uncle’s house in Northfield, NJ for Thanksgiving. It was nice. Thanksgiving was and is not my favorite holiday though. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and am very thankful for them, but my south jersey family is my dad’s side and there is not any cousins my age so there isn’t much to do. I’m too young for the adults and to old for the cousins.. so me and my sisters who are 21 just sit there and chill until dinner is ready and pretend to be interested in the football game. The only thing that made this year exciting was my Irish cousin were in the area and came to celebrate with us. But, then the whole day was ruined because my dad decided to scream at my sister for no reason basically and when my mom went to defend her he freaked out at her and when my mom defended herself my dad says “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” I really hate that. He talks to my mom like shit all the time and always puts a dark cloud over every family event with his negativity. I used to think and tell myself he’s an alcoholic so maybe if he just stopped drinking he’d be nicer. He’s four years sober and still a jerk and still talking down to us. He’s only nice to our dog. I look at my parents marriage and I really hope I find someone who is the complete opposite of my dad. It panics me honestly. I don't want to date or marry a guy who drinks a lot because I’m afraid that even though that guy might not be an alcoholic now what if he becomes one later? It is also hard to tell the difference sometimes because we live in a culture where it's cool to get shit faced drunk all the time…
In a previous post Week 5 reflection, I have enough material to turn it from a telling story to a showing one…
*Vibrate* *knock knock* a text comes in. As she is sitting there alone in her room. She opens it and reads:
T: Hey A, Meet me at “Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm tomorrow?
A: Sure.
Arriving at Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm she opens the door and makes her way to the rooftop bar, sits down and orders a Corona, and checks her phone. *radio silence* She figures maybe he is running late and shoots a text letting him know she is there and where she is sitting. Twenty minutes go by and she gets no response. She then figures she might as well hang out for the length of time she paid to park. She orders another Corona. As she sips she starts to feel the heat of sideway glances from the bartender, hostess, and guests. She feels funny. She pays her tab and makes her way downstairs checking the other two bars just in case. They are empty. Shoulder slumped and mentally kicking herself in the ass she walks to her car. When she is three-fourths of the way hope she gets a text with a all too convenient excuse:
T: Hey sorry I didn’t get back to you or show face. I had a family emergency.
In this past class we went over creative writing, The difference between showing and telling, and what is expected of our one semester memoir. I liked how professor Mangini explained it to us through showing us scenes from movies. I can’t remember all three of them, but I know the one was “Ferris Bueller's day off.” (Is that what it is called? I live under a rock when it come to movies sometimes) I feel like using movie scenes was helpful because I am very much a visual learner. I’m excited to do my one semester memoir because I like that type of writing.. “showing and telling I mean.” Not that I do it well but I like reading writings or books from writers who do that well. It makes you really feel like you are in the middle of a story.
Home:
This past week my family and I went to my aunt and uncle’s house in Northfield, NJ for Thanksgiving. It was nice. Thanksgiving was and is not my favorite holiday though. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and am very thankful for them, but my south jersey family is my dad’s side and there is not any cousins my age so there isn’t much to do. I’m too young for the adults and to old for the cousins.. so me and my sisters who are 21 just sit there and chill until dinner is ready and pretend to be interested in the football game. The only thing that made this year exciting was my Irish cousin were in the area and came to celebrate with us. But, then the whole day was ruined because my dad decided to scream at my sister for no reason basically and when my mom went to defend her he freaked out at her and when my mom defended herself my dad says “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” I really hate that. He talks to my mom like shit all the time and always puts a dark cloud over every family event with his negativity. I used to think and tell myself he’s an alcoholic so maybe if he just stopped drinking he’d be nicer. He’s four years sober and still a jerk and still talking down to us. He’s only nice to our dog. I look at my parents marriage and I really hope I find someone who is the complete opposite of my dad. It panics me honestly. I don't want to date or marry a guy who drinks a lot because I’m afraid that even though that guy might not be an alcoholic now what if he becomes one later? It is also hard to tell the difference sometimes because we live in a culture where it's cool to get shit faced drunk all the time…
In a previous post Week 5 reflection, I have enough material to turn it from a telling story to a showing one…
*Vibrate* *knock knock* a text comes in. As she is sitting there alone in her room. She opens it and reads:
T: Hey A, Meet me at “Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm tomorrow?
A: Sure.
Arriving at Mas Mexicali Cantina” at 7:45pm she opens the door and makes her way to the rooftop bar, sits down and orders a Corona, and checks her phone. *radio silence* She figures maybe he is running late and shoots a text letting him know she is there and where she is sitting. Twenty minutes go by and she gets no response. She then figures she might as well hang out for the length of time she paid to park. She orders another Corona. As she sips she starts to feel the heat of sideway glances from the bartender, hostess, and guests. She feels funny. She pays her tab and makes her way downstairs checking the other two bars just in case. They are empty. Shoulder slumped and mentally kicking herself in the ass she walks to her car. When she is three-fourths of the way hope she gets a text with a all too convenient excuse:
T: Hey sorry I didn’t get back to you or show face. I had a family emergency.