Writing this creative nonfiction essay is both hard and easy at the same time. I am still a little confused on the showing and telling scenes but i listened to what my teacher told me and he said if i read it and can draw a picture than its showing but i still need help with it. What i am doing for this essay is i'm starting from the beginning of the month of February and telling everything that happened with my husband going away for training. The way i do this is i go to my room and think about all the things that has happened to me me this month while i was in this room. It worked for me for my intro so i wonder if it would also work for me if i go down stairs into the dinning room. Its like every room has a memory and when i am in a certain place they start to come to me.
Geneva Holbrook Eng 100 Essay 1 creative nonfiction As i drive home from picking up my food from boston market I call my husband. I ask him where he is. He tells me that he is still out we argue because i wanted him to be home before i got there so that we could have a family dinner. Ten minutes past and i am pulling up into a spot in front of my door and i notice my husband walking up the steps. I would think that he will help me bring the food in the house but instead he continues walking and unlocks the door and walks in the house. I turn the car off take off my seat belt and get out the car. I opened the back door and grab the food from the back seat and lock and close both front and back doors. I walk into the house and go straight into the dinning room where i place the food on the table. I take my jacket off and start to set the table before i call anyone downstairs to eat. When i put the plates and silverware on the table i take my jacket and pocketbook and go upstairs. As i am walking up the steps getting closer to the landing i notice my husband sitting down on his ipad. I know that he is mad because i rushed him home so i walk in the room hang my jacket up and placed my bag down. I walk over to him and gently place my hand under his chin and lift it up so we could see each other eye to eye and i tell him that i love him. He pulls away and says it back i explain to him why i was mad and i tell him that im sorry i should act like this on his last night with me. I grab his hand and pull him so that he could stand up. He gets up and i hug him and squeeze him tight. I pull his hand and tell him to come eat. As we leave the room i yell for the rest of my family to come and eat . We get down stairs and go to the dinning room. I start to make his plate and mine and we sit down wait for everyone else to make theirs and we say grace and start to eat.
This past week in class we talked about the Henrietta Lacks story. What i learned was she was the lady how had cells that lived forever. She was diagnosed with cervical cancer. When she went to the doctors they took her cells and realized that they kept growing and they are used for medical research. They have been brought and sold for billions of dollars and to this day her family has not received any money for the cells that are being sold. With this reading we had to highlight the telling and the showing scenes with different colors. This part for me didn't seem as easy as it sounded. I found myself at the end highlighted almost the whole story because it all seemed to either be telling or showing or background information or description.
This past week for me has been a good week other than me not really getting a good understanding of my homework. I have been getting more hours for my job and i am happy with that because i need the money more than ever. Also i got a call from my husband now getting calls from him is something that happens once in a blue moon so i was excited to talk to him. he filled me in on everything that has been going on with him while he is away at training. I got to talk to him and give him insight on what has been going on with me and talking to him just to give him a little confidence that everything is going to be okay gives me confidence . I have recently learned that when you are positive that others around you will become positive. I got information from him that he will soon be having family day so i have been looking up tickets and hotels just to get a thought of how much money i will need to take this trip and that is about all i have been doing this weekend is working and research. I went to my uncles house on valentines day.
I'm at home rushing to get dressed. Putting on my shoes my mother calls my name letting me know that she is ready to go. I hear her heels as she walks toward the door to leave. I grab my jacket that is hanging on the door and i quickly put it on and go down stairs. We drive to my uncles which is about five minutes away. I exit the car and walk to the front door were i am greeted by my grandmother and aunt. Hugs are exchanged with a little bit of small talk and laughter. As i walk up the steps i greet everyone that i see. Upstairs i walk into the room where i see the bride getting ready. She was doing her make up she looked so pretty and happy its her big day. I put my bag down on the bed and take out my makeup to finish getting ready. While i am in the bathroom fixing my makeup in walks my cousin sasha holding small talk and helping me get ready. As i wipe the makeup brush on my face i hear someone yell up the steps "the preacher is hear we are about to get started everyone take a seat". I put my things away and walk out the bathroom noticing the photographer in the room with the bride taking pictures. I move around him trying to not get into any of the pictures. I get to my bag and put everything way and walk out the room down the steps to find a seat. We all wait for the bride to come down the steps while the song all of me plays in the background walking down the steps is the flower girl throwing down the flowers and standing next to the preacher. Finally walks down the bride and she comes down the steps and her dad takes her to stand next to her husband. The preacher says what he says and the bride and groom exchanges vows. before it was all finish they place rings on each others hand and they kiss. Everyone gets up and claps and walks forward to take pictures with and of the bride and groom. In this blog i will be writing about my familiar place and my strange place My familiar place would be my house.
Its five minutes til 12 i just lay down in bed tossing and turning until the spot is just right. i pick up my I pad and start to play a little game. After the game i watch a few episodes of the TV show called the office until i fall asleep. As my eyes slowly close i can hear in the background buttons being pushed my littler brother is playing the game. My mothers yells for him to turn the game off so he just turns the gamer down. I turn off the ipad but before i do i check the time 1:20 is what the clock says. My eyes close and i fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to the sound of my mother yelling for my brother to get up. It felt like only five minutes i was sleep so i lay in bed hoping to fall back to sleep but it cant happen. I lay there now with my eyes open looking out the window noticing the sun slowly but surely peeking out from behind the clouds. I hear foot steps walking up and down the steps its both my mother and sister getting ready for work. The n i hear crying coming from the distance it can only be one person my niece she hates mornings and cries as loud as she can while her mother gets her dressed for school. the locks on the front door are opened the door follows behind and the alarm goes off letting us know a door was opened. SLAM! Goes the door as my brother leaves the house and not to much time after him my mother leaves and sister gets herself and daughter together and leaves out. Finally peace and quiet as i lay in bed and fall back asleep. I live in yeadon and i have been living there for about 7 years that is why i have gotten familiar with it. Every Monday is like the same retinue. I wake up around 7 and jst lay in bed. My mom is usually the first person to wake up when i don't have school or work. But when she gets up the whole house gets up. This is because i mother yells and screams for people to wake up such as my little brother so he can go to school a,d he never wakes up on time because he is up on the game all night then has an attitude and starts to argue with my mom and once she is started there is no stopping her . In my house hold there are three adults one teen and a five year old. its a full house and everything happens at once like clock work same thing everyday. My strange place would be my fathers house. As i lay in bed i hear a banging at the front door. I open my eyes and think to myself who could be at the door at this time of day. Out to late the night before i open my eyes and see that the sun is out. Someone is still banging on the door. As i get out off the bed i hear some one going down the steps. The door opens and slams as footsteps enter the house and get closer and closer to the steps. As i put clothes on and get ready to go and use the bathroom some one is walking up the steps.I think to myself who could it be i get my stuff open the door and walk into the hall way. headed to the bathroom my step sisters walks into our room. i lean over the banister to see who else was downstairs. I walk into the bathroom lay down my towel and tooth brush as i leave back out and head for my room to pick out some clothes my sister leaves the room and walks back downstairs. I catcher her walking down the steps and ask her "who was at the door". She tells me "keayra" my other step sister. I continue to the backroom and i start going through my bag and pick out the clothes i will wear for today. As i was in the bathroom i hear people walking in the door laughing and holding conversation. I wonder who these people would be. Being at my fathers house its always a bunch in and out. You never know who is in the house because its so many people that live there. My dads house is like the fun house we always have people there even if no one is there some one is always there. In that neighborhood everyone knows everyone its so small. In this blog i will talk about the past week in class and also what has be going on with me at home For this past week in class we have learned more about creative nonfiction. we were in class and we watched the beginning of movies to kind of get a feel of how to do a creative piece. For instance we learned the structure of a creative essay. There are two parts there is a showing part and a telling part You start off with a opening scene with action description and showing what's happening. then you move on to the telling section where you give information context and background. For a homework assignment he told us to go to a familiar place and a strange place and write two showing scenes that depict an event from my everyday life.
So this weekend i went to my strange place which was my fathers house. His house is strange to me because i don't live with him and i am hardly ever at his house also because he has another family and it so much stuff that i am just not used to at his home. It is always so much going one people running in and out the house i just don't feel comfortable in that environment. Also this weekend was valentines day. this day just became special because my uncle got married and it was a beautiful wedding. My whole family was there it a joyful day no arguing just everybody altogether helping to make this day special for my uncle. This day I really did enjoy it was just that i wasn't with the one person i cared about the most i had no way to call him or text him. Him being away has really toke a toll on me because I'm so used to being with my husband on special days really everyday and this was the first time that we were not together and we couldn't talk to each other it sucks. But i went to stay the night at my grandmothers house because at her church it was family and friends so i went to church with her. Being at church with her that day really changed my mind about things. I understand what they talk about it makes sense to me now. Now i did accept God as my Savior when i was young but it was because i believed in him but i never really got the understanding of church because i was little i would fall asleep play around talk and even be on my phone. But this weekend when i went to church i felt older because i was understanding what they were talking about it was like i wanted to be there i wasn't forced to do so. this really shows that i have grown not just physically but mentally as well. In this post i will reflect on what i did in class and everything that is going on at home. In this past week of class we went over three writings about starting a story. For homework we had to create a roundtable discussion and basically we had to take quotes from each reading and make it like they are in a conversation with you. I found that assignment not that hard but it was not easy. What helped me the most was the example that the teacher gave us. In class we talked about what we have read I believe it has helped me because I know understand that in order to get a story you have to start off with something on the paper and to never leave your paper blank because you wont get anywhere with a blank paper. In each of the stories they say that you have to start from somewhere and you have to just write and at the end it will all come together.
Also along with school my life outside of school has been very busy. I had an interview at bed bath and beyond but sitting there in the room talking to the manager just made me not interested in the job he made it seem so boring so that was that. So im still looking for a second job to keep me busy but it is what it is I will just keep looking. But on top of all of that my husband has been gone since the beginning of the month and it has been really hard on me because I miss him dearly. Since he has been gone I have been so sad because I miss him so much. Today is a day that I am happy because I received a letter in the mail from my baby and that really made my day but then made me sad even more because it made me miss him much more. Being as though he is away in the letter he told me one thing and that one thing was for me to stay strong and keep my head held high. I took this and I said to myself that I will always stay strong and never give up. Its about six o’clock and Geneva has prepared a nice meal for her friends to get together and talk about writing. The doorbell rings as she takes the food out of the oven and places it on the table and answers the door. In comes Anne, Carolyn and Ray. Geneva: come in come in and lets eat and have a talk
They all walk to the dining room and take a seat and make their plates. Geneva: well I am so stuck I don’t know what to write about for this essay I have coming up and its like every time I sit down to write something I either don’t know what to say or something else pops up that I have to do. Anne: very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it. Carolyn: writing is like meditation or going into an ESP trance, or prayer like dreaming. You are tapping into your unconscious to be fully conscious and alert… Ray: you stumble into it mostly. You don’t know what you’re doing and suddenly, it’s done. You don’t set out to reform a certain kind of writing. It evolves out of your own life and night scares. Geneva: okay so basically I have to write and things come to me as I go? But what if it doesn’t make sense Anne: writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong. Geneva: okay I get it thank you. Who wants dessert!!!! In this post i will talk about my week in class and at home. This last month that has past I have had a lot going on in my life. I am first going to start off from the beginning. I was born as Geneva Hunter and I am 18 years old currently living Yeadon pa. During the month of January I have started school for my second semester. I have also found out that my love was being shipped out on February 1st because he recently joined the National Guard. Other news is we recently got married on January 24th and are expecting a baby girl on may 31st. since he has been gone I have tried o do everything I can to stay busy so time can go by faster. So while I am in school I also work and I am looking for a second job so that I can stay busy. That is all that has been going on this past month in my life.
For my first post i will explain to you a song that i picked that best represents me.The song that I feel lie explains me would be Miss Independent by Ne-yo. The song goes “oh its something about the kind of woman that can do for herself I look at her and it makes me proud there’s something about her something oh so sexy about the kind of woman that don’t even need my help… she got her own thing… ” This song is an old song but it represents me because I am a very independent person that likes to do things on my own. I am very smart and determined to do everything that I have to do to be successful in life. I am a person that stands up to things that I believe are not right. I am the one that likes to go through my own experiences instead of someone telling me not to do something because I want to tell my own story. I don’t like being told what to do I like being the boss telling others what to do. |
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