For this blog post we had to write about our experiences in this class and the progress that has helped me learn and grow as a writer in class. To help me with this blog post I read Reflective Writing and Genres in Academic Writing: Reflection. We also had to answer one question: What are my three primary intrinsic English Composition I goals for the rest of this semester?
I had a really good experience in my English composition class with Mr. Mangini. He was a really good teacher and knew how to get the class going. He was really good at explaining his work and his reasoning's and he was always able to help or talk about class work. The people that I had class with were also very funny and nice to be around and I’m actually really glad to have meant some of the people I meant in my class. I Feel like I really did get a lot out from having this class so far and we still have a while to go until it comes to an end so my hope's for the future in this class is to still excel in writing and becoming a better writer. I plan to learn more writing tips as the months go by. What are my three primary intrinsic English Composition I goals for the rest of this semester? To answer the question my intrinsic goals for the rest of the time remaining for this semester is to continue learning great writing skills, practice communication skills and learn different techniques that can be applied to my writing. As I said before in my about me blog post that I would like to continue going to school for psychology to eventually become a psychologist. Psychology has a lot to do with communicating with a bunch of different people with a million different problems. I plan to use what I’m learning in this class to help me communicate with all kinds of different people. What I really hope to take away from this class this semester is the attitude towards writing and to not just look at it as something you have to do as a job but to look at as in another way to express yourself and your thoughts in many different and effective ways that will appeal to different people. In my major I will be doing a lot of writing down the road so it was a really good head start having this class to help me for a very long time with writing. I do not plan to stop becoming a better writer and learning new ways and different style's. I’m very thankful to have had this class and to have experienced having a really good teacher to open my eyes to writing in a different way.
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For this blog post I had to find 100 words within my Narrative Project and with the 100 words that I found I had to turn them into a "found poem" that relates to my narrative project.My found poem will be based around the experiences that I went through the day I got my DUI. The type of found poem that I will be composing is a "cut-up" poem where I will be cutting out words from my narrative and rearranging them to form a poem.
The Drug bust I was loving life And then it all came Crashing down. My heart fluttering beating Like a drum, Stomach twisting into not's. No running away from the bright flashing Red, white and blue lights. I was getting pulled over by the police. He jumped right to the Big question the weed where was it? Bright lights blinding me Through the darkness. My mind puzzled with confusion Questions rammed in my face. I am being arrested. Handcuffed sitting on the curb Helplessly staring at the Bright lights. The disappointment was unbearable This will forever be burned In to my memory. Part II:Reflection
For this weeks class we had to read My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee). I used this helpful information to enhance my last post Composing a past scene. For this blog post I will just be revising my last blog post to prepare it as a finial draft for my narrative story.
I was sitting in my bedroom one afternoon on April 10, 2017 watching TV and then "DING" a loud notification that my phone gave off had suddenly shifted my attention from my TV to my messages. I picked up my phone and saw that my friend Mike had texted me asking if I wanted to hangout with him along with my other friends Bailey and Chase. I of course said "yes" after I had replied to his message he immediately answer back with "would you like to smoke with us?". At the time when I was 17 I was young and reckless more than I am now so I was smoking weed everyday all day during this time in my life so when my friend's asked me if I wanted to smoke pot.... I certainly wanted to! and i'm not ashamed in admitting that because all my friends were smoking it so I was smoking it. At the time I never really thought about the decision's that I was making and how those decision's could impact me and others. Now that i'm older I know what is not stupid and what is not worth the trouble. After I had answered Mike back and told him that I wanted to smoke he rushed right to the game plan. Mike was going to come over to my house and Bailey and Chase would meet us at my house and then we would figure out where we all wanted to smoke at. I started getting ready before they got here I put on my black yoga pants my favorite red hoodie and flip flops I was comfortable and ready to hangout with my friends.Mike arrived less then 20 minutes after I had finished getting ready he had already had the weed and the blunt(wrap) that we would use to smoke,the only thing that we were waiting on was for Chase and Bailey to get to my house. Me and Mike already were trying to come up with a spot where we could all smoke.We couldn't smoke at my house because my parents were home so I just said "lets go on a blunt ride" Mike didn't have a problem with that option so that was where we would be smoking in my car.Chase and Bailey pulled up in front of my house and since me and Mike were already outside waiting for them as soon as they got out of their car we hopped in my car and began our blunt ride. I don't know what made me want to smoke in my car that day but sometimes I wonder how different things could have been if we decided to smoke in Chase and Baileys car. Mike was rolling up the blunt in the passenger seat while I was driving and Bailey and Chase were just sitting in the backseat waiting to smoke. We crossed through Brookhaven into Aston then driving in to upper providence,Mike had already lit the blunt at this point and we were already smoking as I was driving around. I remember on the radio my favorite song at the time came on "Fake love"by Drake, I was jamming singing every word to the song I was loving life and then it all came crashing down to the sound of police sirens. I looked in my rear-view mirror and my eyes bulged out of my eye sockets, yes the cop was indeed pulling me over and at that very moment I almost shit myself. My heart started fluttering beating like a drum, my stomach started twisting into not's I knew I was in deep shit I knew there was no running away from what was about to happen to me. As I was pulling over to the side of the road with the cop right up behind me I tired to tell my friends to spray something anything that could help cover up the smell that we had created but it was to late the cop was already getting out of his car and starting to walk towards my driver side window where I would have to roll down my window. As the cop approached my window I slowly rolled it down, he asked for license and registration so I reached into my glove compartment thinking maybe i'll be able to get away with this but as I turned my attention back to the officer to hand him my information he jumped right to the big question "where is the weed at?". My heart dropped, I had told him that I did not have weed in my car. We didn't have any weed because we had smoked it all on our ride...so I thought. After I answered the cop he told me and my three friends to get out of the car so that he could search it. A moment later a second cop pulled up and got out of her car, I was pulled away from my friends being questioned by one cop while they were sitting on the curb next to my car watching the other cop scramble through my things in my car looking in compartments,under my seat, between my seat and on the car floor. The officer that was questioning me then called my parents and that is what really made me realize that what was happening was all real and when my parents pick up the phone I knew that their hearts would break. I never thought in a million years that my parents would get a call that I am being arrested my heart broke in to a million shards I hated myself and I couldn't believe that I put myself into a position like this. My parents picked up the phone and the cop broke the news to them I could hear my mothers voice in shock she couldn't believe what she was hearing, the cop then told them where we were at and told them to come get my car or it would be towed away so my parents were on their way to this disaster. As the cop gets off the phone with my parents I then see the other cop walking towards me from my car and in her hand she was carrying the bag that was used to put the weed in and then I noticed that she had a bag with actual weed in it. My mind was puzzled, how could she have found weed in my car? As she got closer she then said "look what I found on the floor in your backseat". I was fucked. The cops then made all my friends call their parents to come pick them up so I thought that I would be going home with my parents when they got here but that wasn't the case.I wouldn't be going home with my parents, I would be going into the cop car. My parents pulled up and then shortly after my friends ride's pulled up and they were free to go just like that.My parents were then told by the cop that they would be taking me to the police station where they would be able to then pick me up.At the exact moment my body was fully in the cop car.The look on my mom and dads face was unbearable to look at. As I was handcuffed sitting in the cop car I just wanted to ball my eyes out the whole way to the police station.When we finally got to the Police station the cop helped me out of his car and then walked me into the police office as my parents followed us. The sickening look set on my parents face was enough to make me want to run and hide but I knew that I couldn't I would have to face the consequences set ahead of me.The cop then handed over my fine to them and all of the paper work that came along with it. The feeling that was weighing me down was unbearable I hated myself for what I had put my parents through, I let them down the only people that truly cared for me. As my parents rounded up all of the information that they would need to move forward from this situation I started walking towards my parents car.I got in the car and just let my body sink into the seat as I just relaxed all the muscles in my body and then I looked at myself in my moms car mirror and I just saw this disappointment,I then rested my head upon the car door looking out the window to the police station that I never wanted to find myself at again in my entire life. My parents then got in the car and then I hear my moms sweet gentle voice go "alright now lets take her home", I started to think about what she just said and what if she was not able to say those words because I wasn't able to go home with them. What had happened that day was enough to make me change my ways as we drove off I promised myself I would never be back to that place again. |
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