We have been working diligently on our creative nonfiction essays. This has given me more time to make my essay better. I discussed ways to change it with my teacher. We had ideas such as; moving things around, adding dividing lines for the reader to visually know when one part ends and another begins. Another idea we had was to add blurs of explaintion for the reader to understand My process for writing is going to the library and forcing myself away from society. Next I read over it a couple times for errors. After that I asked a couple people to read it and give me some feedback.
Due to weather we had catch up classes. We were permitted to work on whatever we needed to in order to catch up on our blogs and/or any writing assignments.
I talked in class today. I put my input out there. It was okay, I didn't die. This week in class we got a lot done. We created our websites. We were also given some papers to write. We discussed essay structure as well as the difference between showing and telling.
Showing 1. Visual - descriptive - figurative - literary 2. Scenes 3. Create a scene for action Telling 1. Information (background) 2. Reflection 3. Context (not provided on surface on showing) I decided it would just be weird to start talking now, so I just stayed quiet. This week in class we discussed types of writing and how to write those ways. We also were given our Round Table assignment.
Writer's Roundtable [Categories: Writing Process, Course Readings]: Please pull at least three quotes from the following readings:
In your blog post, please write a paragraph that sets the scene for a round-table conversation, including each writer's name and a linked title to each text you are using for your blog post (as shown above). You can also describe the setting: a cafe, an office, a forest. Then, use 12 quotes (three from each reading and three from you) to create a round-table discussion about writing processes. The conversation must be cohesive and build off each writer's ideas. Use a dialogue format to present the conversation. Here are a few tips to create compelling dialogue This week in class we discussed context and subtext. con·textˈkäntekst/nounnoun: context; plural noun: contexts
I am still really apprehensive to say anything in class, maybe next week I'll find a voice.
Class Reflection Week OneAs I walked into class I glared over the students I would be spending the next semester with and thought "God dammit I didn't need to buy gum to be the cool kid, these people look weird as shit." Our first assignment was to answer the following questions:
What is writing? Writing is a form of art. It travels through your heart into a pen and then onto paper. It expresses your thoughts, emotions, and soul. Can you become a better writer? Yes, you can become a better writer. That doesn't mean you can write better. You can learn tools to help you express your thoughts on a deeper level. As I answered the questions I felt my anxiety ease and the thought "I can do this" slowly came to the surface. The stress is building up. My hands are shaking, my back is aching, and my tears are racing.
Breathe Breathe Breathe Fuck. It's not working again. Time for some squats. Oh, wait, no squats at the head nut. Okay, time for a cigarette; wait will that help my anxiety? Fuck it, I'm smoking a cig. Alright, I can handle this. It's just another anxiety attack. I need to stop crying. I need to go to the bathroom. As I cry and wipe the tears away, I stare into this mirror of chaotic peace and question, what is life? Why do I work here? What is my purpose? Who is Taylor Coacher? "Okay, you know where to find me. I love you." Just like that my friendships were gone. All these people I had poured my life and soul to everyday for the past year and a half just left as if they never saw me before. The contradiction between lifestyles was harsher on them then the importance of my happiness. The never ending unconditional love and support had a finely printed terms and conditions section in which neither parties knew of. I never knew what a broken heart felt like until those words left my soul. I'm screaming in this mirror of chaotic peace now, questioning what is friendship? What is purpose? and most importantly Who is Taylor Coacher?
"I'm drinking tonight." To anyone else sending this text on a friday night is completely normal. To someone like me who has spent the last one and a half years in the rooms of Narcotics Anonymous it is not. One text. One night. As the week went on a journey towards self discovery has began. I continued my week as normally as one could; wandering through work, school, and the gym. All day long I find myself picking up the pieces of my broken heart and lost soul. As I stare in the mirror; blinded by the fog of chaotic peace, I'm questioning who is Taylor Coacher? Drug Addiction is a very serious problem and can affect anyone without discrimination. If you, or someone you love please reach out and find the proper help you need. Narcotics Anonymous website UNITED STATES - ALCOHOL AND DRUG HELPLINE: National Toll-free number: 1-800-821-4357. Available 24 hours a day. Narconon DRUG REHAB HELPline 1-800-468-6933 Narcotics Anonymous 1-800-992-0401 When you finally call a hotline for narcotic addiction help, you can expect to get the essential information you need from a friendly, understanding, and supportive counselor who will guide you about the types of narcotic addiction treatments available that will help bring about an addict ‘s rehabilitation All of the above information is provided by the good drugs guide; your guide to drugs, addiction, and treatment. For this Assignment I was given the following instructions; Please provide the lyrics (video optional) to a song that illustrates your identity. Also, provide a summary that explains how and why this song relates to you. Choosing what song that I felt represented me the most was a difficult task. Out of all of the songs I know amd love how could I ever pick just one! I would pick a song and think to myself “Okay, this is perfect!” Next thing I know is I’m listening to the radio and once again think “Okay, this is pefect!” Multiple times a day for a week straight this occurred to me. Eventually I gave up searching. As I drove to class filled with frustration of not picking a song I put pandora on. After all of my skips and a couple shitty songs The Best Day by Atmosphere turned on. I was flooded with memories of how this song has weaved its way in and out of my life whenever i was struggling the most. In december of 2014 a close friend of mine died from a heroin overdose. After I learned of his death I listened to this song on repeat for a week. This song speaks to my soul in a way no other song has before. The first line really sets the tone for the rest of it; “ I had a rough day, but thats life it happens” I appreciate this line beacuse it corrolates with how i view and accept life. Everyday is just twenty four hours long. One day is just one day, you can not allow it to control your outlook on life as a whole. I struggle at times recognizing that I am not alone through my life journey. Atmospher reminds me at the end of the song that i am not with the lines at the end “Youre not alone, its hard as hell but dont wait no time feeling sorry for self, we’ll be right here with you through your war.” The best day awknowledges the bad days you will have in life and wants the listener to accept them; grab life by the bootstraps and keep on walking. This mentality is how I want to live my life. I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens
Woke up on a dark side of my mattress I guess I forgot to set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket Can't remember the last time I saw it And they don't want me in a bad mood Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude They got 'em all singing the same tone Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room Co-workers make me sick and the manager really ain't shit But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement Holding onto to my face like fuck this place [Chorus: 2X] Every day can't be the best day Do what you can right now, don't hesitate That's why we try to make love and get paid Take the bad with the good, now let's play [Slug] Hell naw, I ain't going to school The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool and all the kids mess with each other always all day Class warfare up and down the hallways And if you ain't popular Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya Not even bus driver or the hall monitor I might as well climb inside my locker huh It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch Someday I'ma be so cool But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing Girls give no love to a poor man It's a prison, the clock is warden Man it won't get no better when I get home So I listen to the voice in my headphones [Chorus: 2X] [Slug] Can't dance with an upset stomach The overdraft notices just kept coming Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair Top of your head stopped growing hair Broken glass, computer crashed The car won't start and the tires went flat Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat Daughter found it and had a panic attack Plus you ain't had sex in how long? Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone The better half is talking about separate You wish you could take it back to yesterday You not alone, it's hard as hell But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self We'll be right here with you through your war Cause you're the one that we make this music for Now turn it up [Chorus: 2X] |
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