Assignement #7-Author's Note

My dad came walking into my apartment hardly able to stand, his friend holding his one arm to balance him. They walked like that until he got to the couch to sit down. I was in my room, I stuck my head out and I saw him. Again, I was hiding from the worry that surrounded me. I couldn’t even bring myself to go out there. I saw him hardly walking, saw him unable to answer my mother who was speaking to him. He tried to talk but nothing would come out. He just looked down at his blue jeans and shook his head. “That’s it! I told you to get in that ambulance! I’m calling another one and you’re going to the hospital!”, my mother said. I turned around sat on my bed with my head in my hands and I cried. I was only 14, why was this happening to my dad?


The things that inspired me to write this memoir is that I've had this story built up in side for a while and I felt like I needed to talk about it. Just by writing this I felt better about everything that had happened. There is nothing you need to know about this piece it is pretty much self explanitory.  I didn't have anyone elses writing in mind when I wrote this I just felt that I wanted to write about this tramatic event in my life and this could be an excuse to do so. There are a few things that I have to do in revising this piece. Professor said that some physical details are missing so I will be trying to make it more in depth and descriptive. 

Blog Assignment #6-Midtern Reflection

I think I have come pretty far in this class. When I first joined I knew nothing about being creative nevermind getting creative thoughts down on paper. I can admit that I was confused when I first started writing my papers. I was being very plain and simple not going deeper in thinking about details. I still haven't perfected my writing but I think I've come along way. I now can be more creative in my writing, and I know how to set a tone or place for the reader to get an understanding  of what i'm trying to convey.
Most people were probably shy in the beggining, not wanting to share certain things with the class but that always came naturally to me. In all my peices that I've written they have been about very personal experiences. So thankfully that has never been a problem for me.
One last thing that I've realized from taking this class is that I repeat alot. When im writing I will say words over and over againw ithout realizing it. Words such as "Nicole and I" or "Marc's apartment", but now I know that once you say a persons name you can then call them "they" or "us".