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.
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