In this blog I will do some reflecting on my memoir. I will go through each question and let you know what my process was. I will let you in to see how possibly it was easy for me. I had a little help with this reflection by watching Reflective Writing. while I was in class. Here is a link to my Life-Choice Memoir page. · Who did you work with to compose your life-choice memoir? Was this a good approach?
I didn’t work with anyone during my writing because I went through this experience alone. No one was there to there to say what I should put inside my writing. I believe this was a good approach only because no one can tell me anything about how difficult of a decision that was for me. I needed to be focused while writing. The only thing I know I did do was re-read what I wrote aloud to my husband. · What rhetorical mode and genre are you using? I am using a narrative approach. I want you as the reader to feel and see what I felt and seen hopefully I can get that done by the third draft. I would call this possibly a tragedy. Reason being is because it is about my daughter’s death. As hard as it is for me to write I still want to share my story. · When did you write this project? Good approach? I wrote my first draft possibly the night when it was do. I think it may have not been. I don’t like rushing my writing. I knew my choice already it was all about how I was going to write it. Since I have already completed the first draft I have a feel of what not to do for the second draft. · Where did you write this project? Good approach? I wrote my first draft downstairs in my living room. My cat was sitting next to me. He is always around me when I am writing. Well while I am doing my blog posts. My living room is the only place that I can get quiet because the tv up stairs in my bedroom is on most of the time thanks to my husband and daughter. So yes, that is the best approach if I need a piece of my mind writing my thoughts down. · Why did you choose to write about your chosen topic? Good choice? I going to start off by saying yes that I know that my topic was and is personal. I have not had any decisions in my life that have ever made me think like this one has. This is something that I think about every day. This topic makes me feel like my writing has meaning in a sense if that would make sense. · How did it feel to write this narrative ("during, after, and since")? Do you have any "if only" moments that can help you revise the draft? During my writing I felt a little nervous, this is a sensitive topic. It was like trying to figure out how I am going to tell my reader or readers what I went through. I was trying the timeline process, but I don’t think I going to use that technique. After I wrote it I was in tears. To see it on paper and sharing my thoughts I had to relive a painful memory. Since I wrote it I don’t regret writing about my daughters’ death. As I am getting older I realize that death is something that no one is going to be able to get away from we just as people must prepare for it. · How will you revise your narrative? I am going to possibly start my memoir with the pain and end it with the pain. I don’t know what is going in the middle. I must think that part over only because I don’t know where I want to take it from after I deal with the action and hurtful part. I have an idea for the middle but closing it to end where is started I’m working my brain for that.
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In this blog post it is about to people who are on a vacation waiting on a train to arrive so they can get to there destination. While having a few drinks the couple have a few disagreements that causes the women to look at him in a different light. Possibly in my eyes leaving the relationship. Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) Does she stay in her relationship with the man?
I believe that she leaves him. The story itself did not provide much detail or information. From the text it seems to me that she may be pregnant, and the man wants her to get an abortion. A simple operation and blowing air in seems like that to me. During their conversation she was saying that the both of them would be able to enjoy all of these great pleasures of the world. His argument was that their lives would be better if she gets this operation. She made a statement that compared to the drink that they were both tasting for the first time saying that, when you wait a while for something and it tastes like licorice. I'm going to assume that she is talking about black licorice. To me she saying that she may have wanted a baby and maybe after finally falling pregnant the guy didn't want it. So its like a bitter sweet moment and she feels like her happiness is going away. As for him she has to get this ''operation'' it may be leaving a bad taste in her mouth just like someone who does not enjoy licorice. As the argument progressed she started to feel frustrated with him to the point that she wanted him to be quiet. I believe that once she had sometime to herself while he was moving their luggage to get ready for the train to come she made her mind up to leave the relationship. I guess from her look when he asked if she was okay and she said I'm fine. I know when a woman says she is fine she is fine and over the relationship. When have you made a important choice to stay in a relationship or leave a relationship -- OR -- stay or leave a difficult situation? When I was 16 years old I was a mother to a month old baby. During this time I was still with my daughters father. He had graduated high school and started furthering his education. Once he left high school our relationship started to get a little bumpy. He was starting to act distant. One day I went to call him I asked him ''Can you come over its been a while since you visited your daughter.'' He said ''Yea when I get the time plus my homie wants to see the baby.'' I was a bit irritated because I felt like why can't you come by yourself and not bring people to my home. I spoke back and said ''Well I need to talk to you as well so could you come by yourself.'' He says ''Ard cool.'' As expected he did not come over to visit. Now during this time period he has not called or I have to call him. By this time my daughter is four months old. I knew that at that time I had feelings for him but not like before and I knew that our relationship was over. It hurt but I knew it was best. Our last conversation went like Me ''Can we talk about us?'' Him ''What about it.?'' Me ''Do you still want to be with me?'' Him "I mean Mosha I'm out of high school and I'm not dating no one that is in high school.'' That statement crushed me I was so hurt I just didn't understand why. Me ''So is the reason why you haven't been here to at least see your daughter.'' Him ''Mosha I don't have time for this.'' That was the end of our relationship. I thought that he was the love of my life. I thought that he was going to be my husband. That was one of my most difficult situations that I had to leave from. This blog is about a girl named Lulu Wang who spoke on a podcast about her family withholding a serious secret from her grandmother. She is torn between keeping the secret or telling her grandmother because she doesn't feel like she can with hold something from someone that she loves dearly. Learning that keeping the secret kept her in good spirits and possibly alive.
What You Don't Know Lulu Wang Did you agree with the family's choice to deceive Wang's grandmother? I agree only because it is a tradition in their culture. I'm sure her grandmother knew she had some kind of sickness since she was already diagnosed with breast cancer before. Knowing that it is a possibility that the sickness could spread. I understand when you are close to someone and not wanting to tell them they are dying, but talking to someone that you love and hearing their voice knowing that they have a sickness that could kill them. Could hurt anyone. I guess that is why the family decided to not say anything. I wonder if the grandmother knew that her family was hiding something. It makes me think what they may have done prior for her late husband. I guess that her grandmother had no choice but to tell him once he was already in the hospital dying, which was sad. Me personally that would have been hard to not tell someone that I love. Looking at them knowing that they are going to die. We all know that life is not guaranteed and that death is certain. When have you made an important choice to tell someone a difficult truth or you made an important choice to tell a lie that had a major impact on you and/or someone else? When I was fifteen years old I was in foster care and my mother was away in rehab. I had a boyfriend at the time and I thought that was someone that I loved. I was four months into the relationship and found out that I was pregnant. I was excited but also scared. I couldn't believe that I was going to be someone's mother. So not only did I have to tell my mother but i also had to tell my foster mom at the time. I didn't want to tell her knowing what she was already going through being in rehab. I had to though so I remember calling the place that my mom was living at. I asked for her and I remember being so scared. She finally got on the phone and she said ''Mosh I can't be on the phone long I'm still on my thirty day blackout''. She said'' I also have to talk on speaker''. I said I really don't want everyone in my business. She said ''you gon have to or talk to me in thirty days''. I just blurted it out ''mom I'm pregnant '' she said ''well how are you feeling'' I said I can't believe that I'm pregnant . She said '' did you tell your dad'' I said no way he is going to be so mad at me. What I didn't know that was not the end of my worries. When I hung up with my mom I told my foster mom at that time. She told me that i couldn't live there anymore because she doesn't do care for mom and babies. That was the first time in my life I truly felt unwanted. My difficult truth caused me to be in eight other foster homes up until i was eighteen years old. |
Mosha MartinWelcome to my blog. As you might as seen I have a picture of a black cat. My cat midnight panther is a black cat, every time I write a blog post he is right there by my side. Archives
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