Composing a Past Scene: Part Two
Today’s blog is going to incorporate what I learned in class about My Mother Gives Me a Writing Lesson by Martin Lee, 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 father paid most of the bill's so my mother was the one that usually gives out the remaining amount of money to my four brothers and I at the time. 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. After taking just under a week reading and rereading thinking of things that I could rewrite to make my scene better. After all that thinking I decided that it was better for me to brainstorm and just write down what I could think of and see how it went. What I found myself getting annoyed with was how long the background information would take me to read. I also felt like it was taking away from the main point of the story so I decided to re write the beginning but other than that I liked the way that I built the story and was able to explain the way I felt after I didn’t find the money where I had put it.
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Nicole Strasinski
10/16/2018 10:43:48 am
Wow I would be so mad.
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