How does it appeal to you?

It adheres to my opinion it states the importance of every child and their feelings outside and inside the womb. The #They Feel Pain supports people who have suffered through their live children being lost. These people most likely feel that the life of any child is valuable despite any reason the parents might have for an abortion.  

                                How does it not appeal to you?

This advertisement appeals largely on a pathos/emotional basis. I may feel more inclined to accept it if I was given factual information or statistics to back up their opinion. How do they know the newly developing fetus feels pain? Is this statement, “it won’t hurt a bit” accurate when getting an abortion? I’ve done a lot of research, and read multiple scholarly articles by medical students on brain/nerve development in fetuses and the time frame legally accepted for abortion, because these questions and their possible accuracy does matter to me. But what we know is that the fetus does not at this point (4-10, or in some places 4-7 weeks after conception) have the nerve or brain development to be conscious. These two advertisements appeal on an emotional basis for a highly emotional topic, but allowing yourself to be so shocked at abortion without fully understanding the process and fetal development is deceiving. Abortion does hurt the mother, and it is not an easy decision. If you take the abortion pill rather than having a surgical abortion, which basically induces a miscarriage, mothers go through intense fevers, severe cramps, nausea, vomiting, heavy bleeding, etc. for several hours before feeling normal. Counseling is also provided through planned parenthood. Which brings me to my last point.

 

·         The second ad contrast the baby to a piece of tissue.

·         A pair of ominous looking scissors in the third

·         A fetal child with a partially developed face

·         Comparing the mother’s pain to the child’s pain, ”#theyfeelpain”

·         “Excuse me America, this is a tissue” expresses a sassy, upset tone that communicates the maker’s strong opinion on this topic

·         The words, “speak up” contained in the first ad

 

If I were to revise it for an audience supporting abortion I would put a statistic on the third ad explaining that we have no proof of when the baby is actually able to feel things and would change the hash tagged statement to say, “#care” to address the reasons that parents give for their decision. On the first and second ads I would take out the baby in both pictures. In the first I would change the picture to be of a man and woman’s hands, showing that they were in the decision together. In the second, I would put a picture of a crying woman, using tissues, and change the statement at the bottom to talk about how the negative emotions of an accidental pregnancy can be stopped by an abortion.

 

If I had to create it in a different medium, many things would change. If was to be presented orally instead of over the internet, I would exclude all of the word. This would allow for more verbal explanation and physical emphasis. I would include a more vivid picture in every circumstance to grab the attention of the audience and call them to recognize my point.   

 

 

 "Abortion in America." GeneLalor.com. Gene's Blog, 7 Mar. 2009.      

       Boyle, Patricia. "Excuse me America this is not a tissue..." Abortion in Advertising. 

                  N.p., n.d. Web 5 Nov. 2015 

      Durp, Blair. "Stop Abortion just STOP IT." Abortion. Pintrest.com,

                  N.d. Web 5 Nov. 2015  

 

examples of topics I've taken a position regarding

presidential race
Music taste
fashion consultant for friend/mother
Where to go downtown
views on fascist leaders
political history of Italy
WWII
what to eat
pros and cons of the public school system
self image/perception of self
religion
how to get the most out of socializing
how to teach effectiviely

Life Changed Through Writing

I remember: Bags under my eyes and a subconscious in a constant state of dread, for that next endless night that was sure to consume me at any minute, any hour, a slow and dreadful whimper that killed me silently. A stomach that had forgotten how to crave, teeth stained with acid. A hollow cave of shadowed space that somehow continued to breathe, if only for not much longer. I was being eaten alive, and there was nothing to stop me from slipping away in some explosive supernova; who knew where the pieces of my mind would fade to.

When I was young an elementary teacher tired from screeching kids and playdo messes handed me a simple packet of words, that joined to make clever antonyms about cats that sat and dogs that ran. This was the day my world first changed. I became enthralled in this new evolution of expression. Every word I learned became an expansion of something greater than myself.  A year later I met my first benefactor of words: a middle aged teacher with long dresses and mother-eyes that hated tardy slips as much as she loved to watch children read. I spent two years in her classroom, for much of the time wondering among a maze of seemingly endless bookshelves and slipping into whatever world caught my eye between the pages. I went from struggling with nursery rhymes to thick novels that children twice my age doted over half as much as I did. It was a game that I never stopped playing...something that often seemed to save me from myself.

For many years after that my only disobedience in school seemed to be reading too much: on swings and stairwells, under desks, over unfinished homework assignments. Textbooks

interested me but I wasn’t allowed to bring those home. I found it difficult to sit for so long and remain attentive to ever-frustrated teachers. I wonder if a teacher had handed me a book full of everything we were to cover in class and a little more my relationship with school would have been more positive. But as it was my gradebook looked like it always has since then: a compilation of incompletes and scattered, shining  A’s when I managed to sit down and complete some work-page or critical question. My only B’s were from expressing too much creativity within the assignment perimeters. But always my mind didn’t seem to want to work like my teachers wanted it to, and in this way literature became more and more my escape to freedom of expression. Despite five days a week of scholastic instruction, I believe the written words that I uncovered independently were my real teachers.

When I was just coming into adolescence at age 12, I began to lose control of my mind. my thoughts cut me like knives, only subtly at first. but over the course of year I devolved from a creative, energetic kid to a disturbed shape stuck in room corners and below torn furniture, shaking and screaming as I fought some invisible battle with myself. I do not exaggerate. To watch me was like entering some strange psychological horror show; I look back on it with a resolved bitterness. At times I could not communicate, and had trouble even being in the same room with another person. However regardless of my isolation, my mind never rested. In these years, through which I experienced several short remissions in my condition but always a steady uphill slope in severity every time I fell again, I turned from the written word and found solace in writing my own. With this tool I wrote impassioned, overzealous odes to pain, darkness and despair. I began to give form to this horror show I felt devouring my mind relentlessly, and I was comforted to a degree by this small means of self expression. The human mind is resilient, even in times of overall deterioration. Through writing and creative self reflection I was able to handle my isolation

without irreversible sociological deterioration. When I was mentally able I listened to Shakespeare, Dickens, Austen and others coo passionately procured stories of human nature from the pages of their books. I would take time to examine every sensory imagery and literary tact so that I felt their words more than read them. And when I felt my own words form into consciousness, I would reply with my own poem or story, always epitaphed to pain and emotional suffering. Like this those long dead became my best of friends.

It took several years before a Therapist specializing in OCD administered the correct diagnosis and help, and a few more before I regained control (largely through acceptance of fear) of my mind. But from those years a surprising Gem was birthed: My dynamic relationship with literature and writing that continues to enrich my life and bring me closer to myself.

literary narrative lab

 1) “Lydia waited, cramped on the top shelf of the linen closet, until the water finally began to recede.”

-Lydia’s story, Jan Brideau (P.g 130, paragraph 9)

2)            “She could estimate numbers, she said, because she had gone to nursing school long ago. Eventually, she had to leave nursing because she cried over the patients’ conditions too much, and they ended up consoling her.”

-Lydia’s story, Jan Brideau (P.g 130, paragraph 8)

3)            “Entering the large VFW hall, we were struck by the chemical odor of a cleaning solution so strong that it seemed toxic.”

-Lydia’s story, Jan Brideau (P.g 128, paragraph 2)

4)            My use of expression through writing when my life was at its lowest

                When I learned to read and how it affected my exposure to the world

                How my second and third grade teacher cultivated my love of literature

               

5)             This writing prompt isn’t one I would choose if given the choice, but regardless I would like to make the most of this assignment and add as much of my own personality and character within the criteria, maybe even gain insight to my own past and how I write about it in the process. I see this essay as a challenge for expounding my own creativity in an otherwise stringent archetype: much like I see most academic assignments.

6)            The narrative topics that I chose, I view as pretty individual to my own experiences in life. This combined with my writing style, I think it best that I integrate my audience with more sensory detail and imaginative description than relatable synonyms or comparatives. It could be interesting to combine descriptions personal to my own viewpoint and comparatives at times as well. Honestly this part usually just happens while I’m writing…

7)             Considering this is a narrative of my own experience, I probably would do best expressing myself sincerely…I think we’re done with this question.

8)            I’m thinking more of a loose essay structure than anything else. What use as a basis for organizing my paragraphs is a question with more roads in my book. At this point I’m steering towards structuring my narrative as you would novel chapters, just separating each valuable episode in time by paragraph in order to lead to my conclusion – one based more on emotional self-reflection than concrete actions. I do best sticking to words as a medium, I plan on expressing myself thus.

9-14)     Mid-hallway, amongst screeching tots and benevolent parents leading doe-eyed children to their respective classrooms, was my classroom, and it was a grand place for me to spend my day as far as I was concerned. A placid, air conditioned womb, I could wonder through a seemingly endless maze of long bookshelves for a large amount of the day.

                I remember a must flavored room and thoughts that bit you back. Bags under my eyes and a subconscious in a constant state of dread for that next endless night that was sure to consume me, any minute, any hour, a slow and dreadful whimper that killed me slowly. A stomach that had forgotten how to crave, teeth stained with acid. A hollow cave of negative space that somehow continued to breathe, if only for not much longer. 

Rhetorical Situations - Narratives

Our group discussed the main points of this narrative account of a nurse's experience with a multiple hurricane survivor. We touched on the overall tone of the story, the content, and how it related to its literary nuances. 

think about: 

news broadcasts 

stories in social settings 

biographies 

etc. 

think beyond words: Denver Williams conveyed her message in a heartfelt, real way. She went into detail about the kid's struggles themselves and left you feeling bitterssweetly uplifted 

compare narratives 107: a news report would be more based in statistical fact, whereas a independent youtube broadcaster could express themselves and their opinion more outwardly, deviating from undisputed facts to bring a more emotional edge to the content. 

What is writing?

Definition:

A form of communicative media expressed through pre-ordained written symbols

How it’s used:

creative expression, documentation, instruction, ideas, personal journals, etc.

How does one’s perona (tone, level of formality, etc.) shift depending on your audience?

• Translate your idea into a format your audience can relate to in order to communicate effectively.

• Overall intent of the communication influences persona

• Level of respect or comfortability with the audience can alter tone/level of formality

Why?

In order to best express your message, a writer has to take into account the perceptions and interests of their audience as well as their personal vendetta regarding the outcome of their own expression. This is achieved through literary persona and tone.

Age 18, birth name Elia A. Cisneros, I grew up across the western states and Ireland. At a very young age I developed a fascination with expression through dance and literature. By age four I had pronounced myself a prima ballerina in training and an adamant vegetarian – both of which I continued to carry with me for much of my life. My second personal incarnation happened at age six, when I was first given a simple book and the tools to read it in class. For weeks my elation was palpable, and that adoration of the written word, like my dancer roots and diet, never really faded.

                I am currently working to catch up on my last missing credits through Olympic college and gain my diploma after completing my four years of servitude in high school. If you want to know more ask I guess….