A Reflection on My Project
The "Moment in Time project" was a descriptive narrative that our humanities class had to write in a month's time. Our class had to pick a moment in our lives. We would have to describe a moment in our lives such as a loss of someone dear or the time you got a baby brother and you describe how much you despised him and then later fell in brotherly affection for him. This project was very interesting to type. At some times, this project was tedious this is because I did not know what to do to my story to make it more interesting but with help it came out to be a very well-told story.
"what is a well-told story?"
Any well-told narrative is built up of several parts. These parts consist of a very descriptive setting; describing where you are, why is it important, what requires to be explained to present more incite to the reader and what is going on? What are the surroundings? Characters; who are the characters? Which one of the characters are relevant to the narrative and what do we need to recognize about them. Initiating action; what initiates or causes the action. Attempts; what are the efforts that the characters perform. Result; what are the effects of the characters attempts. Responses; how does the character feel or respond to about the initiating action, attempts and results. Dialogue; what do the characters say to one another. We tell stories to share our experiences to people. To show passion in our lives also narratives will most likely impact our lives.
What reached out most to me was the way the class did further than two drafts. Most teachers do only one draft and tell you to turn it in when you are finished revising your work. This was quite different being able to do about three rough drafts and it was also very effective towards my writing. What was unclear to do to my story would be how to eliminate paragraphs or sentences. We only had a one page limit so this was very hard in trying to get my paper down to one page because at one period I had about three pages, therefore, I didn't know what to eliminate so it took a lot of my peers advice to get to where my narrative is now. Another thing that was very tricky was discovering a great enough ending for my narrative since I wanted to end it with a bang.
The most important personal writing lesson that I have discovered in this project would be that I should continue to ask for help about editing on my writing. I have recognized that I am not that good of a writer. I should get my teachers or peers view on how I should make my stories or short stories better. This has improved on my writing dramatically. Asking for writing help it has given my writing new perspectives on parts that make a good story such as setting my story at first had a very poor setting until I began requesting my peers on how I should place good detail within my narrative and what details in my setting should I take out. In conclusion, I consider this project to be a dramatic help to my writing and I have grown more in a month than I have in a full semester of writing in my last school.
FEAR
It was June 15th 2013 my family and I were in Arlington, TX. I remember looking around at the city, seeing trash cans overflowing with coke cans & old bags from fast food restaurants. I was amazed that the streets weren't littered with trash. The temperature felt as if it rose above 100. There wasn't a cloud in sight. The sun rays on my tan skin felt as if I was cooking inside a giant oven. My shoes felt as if the soles were melting to the ground making each step harder than the last. As any Texan would do, I dealt with the ferocious heat by complaining. I went on with my day sweating, knowing that it was only going to get hotter as the clock ticked on to the next hour.
My mom and dad decided to buy tickets to six flags because my brothers and I had never been before. My brother wanted to go on Mr. Freeze, so as we stood in line and waited for what felt like days, I had time to study this ride. At first glance it didn’t look scary, but once I saw that the ride goes backwards and reaches to about 218 ft up in the air then goes back to where you started, it looked terrifying. I decided to get my big boy panties on and face my fear of heights. As I waited in line I kept telling myself, “I am going to survive this. I can do this. I can do this.”
Then I started to overthink. “Wait, can I do this?”
As I faced my fears and sat down on the ride anxiety began to rise. Then a man started to strap me in. As I looked in front of me at the neon yellow seat I started to shake, fear was beginning to consume me. The people in front of me started talking and as I listened to their conversation they yelled, “Dude, I love this ride I think I’ve ridden it more than six times!”
His comment made me feel slightly less scared. Then the man sitting next to him spoke up and said to his friend “Bro, this ride goes from 0 to 70 mph in like 3 seconds.”
After those words, I went berserk. I tried to get out, but I couldn't. I was strapped in, I did what any reasonable person would do. I reached towards my seat belt that was on my left and unbuckled it. There was more room for me to move around yet I still couldn't because the bar was still in the way. I sat there for a moment, soon realizing that I have shouldn't have unbuckled my seat belt. Again, I panicked, I started screaming to my mother who was sitting right beside me, “I..I..Can't. I this...I-I ca-a-a-nt do this, get me out of this stupid ride!”
I looked at the lady that was above me about to push the button that started the ride. so I started yelling to the lady, “Don't press that button lady don't do it” In my mind she laughed a furious laugh and smiled at me. I looked at her again she looked at me then started counting down 10, 9, 8 and then a miracle happened she stopped counting to get a drink of water. I was still screaming trying to get someone's attention. Fear at this point completely consumed me. My mom did what she always does, she solved my problem by saying, “Teo stop, just raise your hand. I do the same thing when I am scared on roller coasters.”
As any teen would, I questioned her, I then raised my hand, and I asked for help. One of the workers told the lady and he unbuckled me.
After I ran towards the loading zone my dad was standing there looking disappointed in me he walked towards my seat and sat down. The ride started and after ten seconds they were back in the same place they were before. As I looked at my mom she was frozen in fear, with tears running down her face.
When the male worker told her to get out she didn't move, as my dad helped her out.i asked,“Mom are you OK?”
She looked at me with fear in her eyes, “I will never ride this ride again!”
You could tell by the way she was shaking she was serious. Being me, I laughed for a minute. I am glad I didn't ride Mr.Freeze because if I did I would have cried harder than my mother.
My mom and dad decided to buy tickets to six flags because my brothers and I had never been before. My brother wanted to go on Mr. Freeze, so as we stood in line and waited for what felt like days, I had time to study this ride. At first glance it didn’t look scary, but once I saw that the ride goes backwards and reaches to about 218 ft up in the air then goes back to where you started, it looked terrifying. I decided to get my big boy panties on and face my fear of heights. As I waited in line I kept telling myself, “I am going to survive this. I can do this. I can do this.”
Then I started to overthink. “Wait, can I do this?”
As I faced my fears and sat down on the ride anxiety began to rise. Then a man started to strap me in. As I looked in front of me at the neon yellow seat I started to shake, fear was beginning to consume me. The people in front of me started talking and as I listened to their conversation they yelled, “Dude, I love this ride I think I’ve ridden it more than six times!”
His comment made me feel slightly less scared. Then the man sitting next to him spoke up and said to his friend “Bro, this ride goes from 0 to 70 mph in like 3 seconds.”
After those words, I went berserk. I tried to get out, but I couldn't. I was strapped in, I did what any reasonable person would do. I reached towards my seat belt that was on my left and unbuckled it. There was more room for me to move around yet I still couldn't because the bar was still in the way. I sat there for a moment, soon realizing that I have shouldn't have unbuckled my seat belt. Again, I panicked, I started screaming to my mother who was sitting right beside me, “I..I..Can't. I this...I-I ca-a-a-nt do this, get me out of this stupid ride!”
I looked at the lady that was above me about to push the button that started the ride. so I started yelling to the lady, “Don't press that button lady don't do it” In my mind she laughed a furious laugh and smiled at me. I looked at her again she looked at me then started counting down 10, 9, 8 and then a miracle happened she stopped counting to get a drink of water. I was still screaming trying to get someone's attention. Fear at this point completely consumed me. My mom did what she always does, she solved my problem by saying, “Teo stop, just raise your hand. I do the same thing when I am scared on roller coasters.”
As any teen would, I questioned her, I then raised my hand, and I asked for help. One of the workers told the lady and he unbuckled me.
After I ran towards the loading zone my dad was standing there looking disappointed in me he walked towards my seat and sat down. The ride started and after ten seconds they were back in the same place they were before. As I looked at my mom she was frozen in fear, with tears running down her face.
When the male worker told her to get out she didn't move, as my dad helped her out.i asked,“Mom are you OK?”
She looked at me with fear in her eyes, “I will never ride this ride again!”
You could tell by the way she was shaking she was serious. Being me, I laughed for a minute. I am glad I didn't ride Mr.Freeze because if I did I would have cried harder than my mother.
Are humanities class was allowed to do a project extinction on the moment in time project if we felt it be needed. The project extension had to be a challenge that we would commonly not attempt. It had to be a challenge that was based around our project in describing the way our narratives were layed out or just an image that described our narratives. It could not be a drawing or podcast that we could just throw together so we could get it out. Our teacher made sure of this by telling us if we were going to draw we would have to base are drawing off of a well-known artist. This is something that I have never attempted before so it was very difficult to do this project I admit I did mess up a couple of times in my drawing, but I believe it's just something that I can learn from later on.
This drawing below is called The Shark Burger Shortage of 95 it is by Thomas Huck. This is what my drawing was based on.
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The drawing below is what I decided to do for the challenge extension. It is of the six flags amusement park this picture is just one perspective of the ride. My stories main setting is a ride called Mr.Freeze. I tried to show the setting in my picture I was attempting to show how hot and crowded it was that day. I used a canvas to make sure that the project doesn't rip or get crumbled, but this was probably not the best decision I should have made. When I used a canvas it left smudges from pencil marks so if I was to try to do this again I would probably use a regular large sheet of paper. Other than that it was a very interesting project.
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