Hey guys, for our blog post we had to write a memoir but instead of using what happened but using What if’s to see if we could find different endings to our story. Other types of this writing can be further explained in these:
My Memoir will be about a more positive time in my life. It was after the summer and I was heading up to college for my first time. I was so excited to be living alone for the first time that I ended up wanting to leave my hometown so badly that I asked to go up early. But what ended up on the car ride up was something that I haven’t really done in the past. I started to think about what if? What if I made the right choice of the day that I wanted to head up, what if something happened on my way up to one of the people helping me move? In the end I was happy when I was heading up, gave me free time to adjust to my new environment and helped me get the lay of the land so to speak. And despite my concerns, everyone had made it there on time and safely. What if something was wrong when we got there? Had I filled out all the forms correctly? Luckily for me, there was nothing wrong. I still remember my first reaction to the room, it smelled of old wood, but in a nice way, like a summer cabin that hasn’t been used for a year. And floor was dirty from years of use, but the room was great. My family helped me set up it to my liking and there weren’t any forms I had to fill out, so it was nice and easy for me to just settle in. What if I didn’t make the right choices about going to this college? Eventually I found out that I did make the wrong choice for me, but in the moment, it felt right. I was able make good friends with my roommate and we still have a strong bond to this day. I was able to meet a good group of friends and I am still their friend today. All in all, there are many possible endings to my story. It could have been the right choice for me, people could’ve gotten hurt and there could’ve been so much more than went wrong.
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Hey guys! This week we had to write about emotions and themes that we’re present in My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) and Hills Like White Elephants. The twist is that we had to come up with our own time in our lives where we felt connected to these themes in dialogue. Anyway hope you enjoy!
It was a Sunday afternoon, I was excited to head home after I had finished up finals and my mom was coming to pick me up from my apartment. Another three hour car ride to my house. Can’t say I was overly excited for that, but I couldn’t really complain. As I put my bags in the back seat of the car and I noticed something about my mom, she had almost a tear in her eyes, and her shoulders we’re a little hunched over. “Mom, What’s wrong?” I asked. “Pack your things up, I’ll tell you in the car” she responded. I was worried at this point, she hadn’t told me something was happening but at this point I was sure that there was some grave news. Some time had passed and we were well on the way home, there were trees passing by, covered with snow, and I could smell it on the air coming into the car. I felt the heat of the seat and the air hitting my face. “So what were you going to tell me mom?” I asked, with slight concern in my voice. “You know how your Grandma hasn’t been feeling well, well she passed away last week” she said. “Oh my god, why wasn’t I told earlier, when did this happen?” the questions came flying out of my mouth. “She passed away earlier this week, but we didn’t want to tell you because we wanted you to be focused on your tests” she replied. “Why would you think that? Mom, I don’t think that’s okay for you to do. She is my Grandma and you just don’t tell me when she passed away?” I said angrily. “Well honey we wanted you to do your best in school, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier but I think that us not telling you was in your best interest.” she said. “I don’t think you should’ve kept this from me, even if you thought it was in my best interest, a death in the family is not something you keep from me. Please never ever do that again.” I said back quite irritated. “I’m sorry Daniel, next time I will tell you” she said with forgiveness in her voice. The rest of the car ride was a long silent ride home of my mixed emotions of being upset at my parents for not telling me what had happened and being sad about being the death of my Grandma |
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