Today’s blog is going to incorporate what I learned in class about What You Don’t Know by Lulu Wang and My Name is Margaret by Maya Angelou. I’m going to retell a story about a scene that had happened in my past when I was younger.
One of the most negative times of my life has to start back in 7th grade with my family. My mom works two jobs, one is at a small business making good money but no benefits and the other was at a hairdressing shop also not making benefits. My father makes great money and has benefits but he can be bad with how he handles his money at times making my mother the one that usually gives out the money to my four brothers and I at the time. So being the entrepreneurial 13 year old that I was, I wanted to have money made by myself and use for only myself. One day I was going through YouTube and I saw a video showing how to make parachute cord bracelets and I thought to myself “well that could make me some money.” Soon after, I went out with my parents and they had bought the supplies I needed to make a couple bracelets. I make two bracelets and wore them to school. My one friend , Greg, comes up to me and asks “what is that it looks sooo cool.” I proudly say “yeah well I make them and if you want this one I'll sell you it for five dollars.” He shook his head in agreement and we exchanged his money for my bracelet. I couldn’t help but smile and think “my first customer.” I continue on with my day and go home with a new found love for making bracelets that night I had made six more bracelets hoping that tomorrow would make more money. Fortunately, I was right and the next day I had 4 people come up to me and buy bracelets. Then the next day I had sold 8 bracelets. This continued on for about two weeks day after day making more and taking requests for other colors or multicolored ones to be made that night and given to them by the next morning. I had sold way over 50 bracelets and I kept close track of how much money I had earned a little over three hundred dollars and a twenty five dollar visa gift card. I was never more truly happy then at that moment just the knowing that I had plenty of money to last me for a while. After some thought, I knew I wouldn’t spend it on just candy or another toy, but that I would invest it into a bank account and save it for something more important. Knowing that my parents would be busy with work until the weekend, I still had a two days to hold this money so i put it into the safest place I could think of… under all the shirts in my shirt drawer. After two tiring days at school it had officially become the weekend it was Friday but it was time to make a bank account and deposit money for the first time ever. I get home go right up the stairs, run right into my room, into my shirt drawer and there’s nothing not even the twenty five dollar gift card. The worst part about it had to be that I know exactly who took the money.
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Composing a Present Scene with Dialogue and Symbolism
This weeks post is going to be a present scene in my life about a college payment. Before writing this blog I have read How to Format Dialogue, Symbolism and Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) to help me compose a scene that includes both dialogue and symbolism. I lay in my bed with my eyes closed for 20 minutes before starting my day. The whole time I was annoyed by the sun peaking through my window straight into my eyes. Soon after, I wake up, check my phone, see that it it’s just past ten on Tuesday the eleventh and think to myself “pay day.” But, this weeks different from most I not only from my job but my mom offered me some money but I know I not be able to get it till about three when she gets done working. Knowing that, I call her to make sure that we were going to go get the money and she answers and says “of course I’ll go to the bank and give it to you to pay for it.” So I continue on with my day binge watching Netflix, texting friends, and messing around with my pit bike until about three. Soon after, I drive to Charlie’s where my mom also works and enter from the normal employee entrance. “Hey how’s everything going so far today.” Said by me to my mom “Not bad we were pretty slow today.” My mom said I then said “You are ready to leave right.” She didn’t say anything back and continued to run dishes to the front area as if I didn’t say anything to her. So, I then go out to my car to sit and wait for her to get done. I play a variety of games for about 50 minutes and check the time and see that it’s three fifty-five and my mom is still inside. Four minutes later she comes out smiling and gets into the car. Before I had the chance to change gears I asked her “sooo where do we have to go.” she says “home.” Not a second later I quickly changed gears and pull out of my parking spot and drive home regretfully not saying anything. When I had gotten home I logged onto my computer and paid my college bill. Composing a Present Scene
Today’s blog post is going to explain where I write at and how my surroundings affect me while I’m writing at times. Your surroundings can really throw your focus off if they are loud and/or continuous. They can also distract your story from the main idea at times, so I always reread my texts and make sure I know what I’m writing about. Before writing this I read What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind), Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) and My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) to help me create a presant scene. To start off, I must tell everyone that I live with my parents and my two younger brothers. Josh is sixteen years old and bursting with information about cars always talking about them or watching YouTube videos about them. Lucas is thirteen years old and he’s the exact opposite he doesn’t really talk too much and when he does it’s typically immature like a normal thirteen year old but he also watches YouTube videos but his are usually louder. The best part about this is that my wall is against their wall so while I am trying to write I always have some kind of YouTube video going on in the background that can be very distracting. Such as today it was one of the loudest days they have had in a while, Lucas was playing daily video logs and they were yelling and screaming a lot but it sounded like gibberish, Josh was of coarse watching videos about cars and it was so loud that I thought that I was in the car with him racing someone because I felt vibrations through the floor boards. Then, I also hear my father is downstairs watching a older style army type of movie. Today I chose to tune all of these annoying sounds out By putting in my earphones and listen to music to relax but to also get me into the mood I need to be in order to write the style I need to which today is to write a in a present text. Since my bedroom is positioned right above the kitchen, I already know what she’s making just from the aromas from the lasagna that my mom makes to perfection with five layers of pasta, sauce and ricotta cheese. The desk that I use for my computer is bowed in the middle making me feeling like I’m in the middle of a canyon. The ridges on my desk are from the knife ripping packages and cutting into my desk making more and more memories from the exciting moments before I open the package and use whatever is inside giving me chills every time. My chair that I use for writing is hand picked by me today, from a choice of about sixty different chairs all ranging from twenty dollars to at the most three-hundred and fifty dollars. But, no matter the cost because to me there’s nothing better to me than being able to come home and sit on a nice, premium feeling, chilling leather chair that allows me to lean back and relax. The led lamp, that I had recently bought about two weeks ago, sitting on my desk is also a very treasured piece by me because it has three different lighting settings the first one is the brightest being a bleach white light blinding anything within its range, the second one is a softer white light that I do not often use, then there’s my favorite the soft yellow lighting giving off the perfect amount of brightness carefully balanced in between being harshly blinding but not bright enough to light my paper good enough. Every single thing on my desk was handpicked by me because of something that pleasantly appealed to me at the time of buying it. |
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