preface
This semester was my first time writing a narrative essay, I did do a short narrative writing before but not a personal type of piece like some of the ones I had to do in class for an example the memoir, it was something based on something emotional that happened. Some times I would think to myself maybe I can just make something up but then I thought maybe not maybe i can talk about the things that aren't too personal. I shared some narrative pieces that were more comfortable for me, because of the fact that I don't like letting people i do not know get into my personal space. Writing it self give me a way to tell how i feel without really happening to really tell another person. The hardest part about writing is getting started on what to write about and having to have each part of the writing process.
This semester was my first time writing a narrative essay, I did do a short narrative writing before but not a personal type of piece like some of the ones I had to do in class for an example the memoir, it was something based on something emotional that happened. Some times I would think to myself maybe I can just make something up but then I thought maybe not maybe i can talk about the things that aren't too personal. I shared some narrative pieces that were more comfortable for me, because of the fact that I don't like letting people i do not know get into my personal space. Writing it self give me a way to tell how i feel without really happening to really tell another person. The hardest part about writing is getting started on what to write about and having to have each part of the writing process.
Drafts
- original title draft 1
"The value of your identity of course is that so often with it comes purpose"- Richard grant
Naomi Bilal-Jones
English comp 1
Formal Assignment #2: Narrative Project, Draft # 1
Memoir
Let me take you back 6 years ago, it was a warm summer day and my sisters, and I were sitting in our two story brick apartment watching TV, on our phones, and listening to music. We were rudely interrupted by the house phone or should I say our apartment phone ringing. Do you get it an “apartment phone” because we lived in an apartment! It was our mom telling us to come outside to come help her with the groceries. We went outside to the warm air, I of course had no shoes on stepping on the hard sidewalk, into the street feeling the little pebbles getting pressed into my toes. While in the middle of putting the groceries into the house my mother said,
“hey girls I have something to tell you guys.”
“What is it?” we said.
She continued to tell us that she is expecting a baby and that we were going to be big sisters… my younger sister Alex got excited and was jumping for joy, my older sister Q had a smile on her face while poor old me thought to myself a baby really! With the blankest look on my face and tears of sadness and anger flowing down my eyes.
My sisters and my mom looked at me and asked. “what is wrong?
I said “why are you having a baby I don’t want another person in this two-bedroom apartment”
my mother told me to shut up while my sisters laughed at me. During this time my mom and this man were together for about three to four years. He worked at my cousin car shop and my mother worked as a CNA and was making more money than him. In the beginning he was nice and cool and me and my sisters liked him but then when we saw his true colors we started to not like him and that’s why I reacted to the news that me and my sister received. I felt humiliated like I was taken for a joke, I felt like I was being betrayed, I immediately went into the apartment and laid on top of my bed that was a twin size and had purple and white flowers on it with a dash of pink. As I laid there I thought to myself who would have a baby by a bum! I mean come on this guy never graduated from high school, smoked cigarettes and worked at his friend car shop making no more than $20 for each car he finished. I couldn’t do nothing but fall asleep.
On January 19 my baby sister, Jayla was born, by that time I was over it, I didn’t really care about having another sibling. Honestly I think it was the best/worst thing thus far that happened to me even though I dislike the fact that my “stepdad” spoils her and act like its only them 3 (my mom, my baby sister, and him) that he only has to feed when he goes out and get something from a fast food restaurant. Now my mom MS has worsened, and she can no longer have/work as a CNA and the MS just get worst.
Now that I’m older I think to myself why was I really mad at my mom at the simplest fact that she was having a baby? Why was I so angry at myself also? Was this the best thing that happened to her? Well I do not know, but me having a baby sister was the best thing that happened to me because I got to see her growth!
English comp 1
Formal Assignment #2: Narrative Project, Draft # 1
Memoir
Let me take you back 6 years ago, it was a warm summer day and my sisters, and I were sitting in our two story brick apartment watching TV, on our phones, and listening to music. We were rudely interrupted by the house phone or should I say our apartment phone ringing. Do you get it an “apartment phone” because we lived in an apartment! It was our mom telling us to come outside to come help her with the groceries. We went outside to the warm air, I of course had no shoes on stepping on the hard sidewalk, into the street feeling the little pebbles getting pressed into my toes. While in the middle of putting the groceries into the house my mother said,
“hey girls I have something to tell you guys.”
“What is it?” we said.
She continued to tell us that she is expecting a baby and that we were going to be big sisters… my younger sister Alex got excited and was jumping for joy, my older sister Q had a smile on her face while poor old me thought to myself a baby really! With the blankest look on my face and tears of sadness and anger flowing down my eyes.
My sisters and my mom looked at me and asked. “what is wrong?
I said “why are you having a baby I don’t want another person in this two-bedroom apartment”
my mother told me to shut up while my sisters laughed at me. During this time my mom and this man were together for about three to four years. He worked at my cousin car shop and my mother worked as a CNA and was making more money than him. In the beginning he was nice and cool and me and my sisters liked him but then when we saw his true colors we started to not like him and that’s why I reacted to the news that me and my sister received. I felt humiliated like I was taken for a joke, I felt like I was being betrayed, I immediately went into the apartment and laid on top of my bed that was a twin size and had purple and white flowers on it with a dash of pink. As I laid there I thought to myself who would have a baby by a bum! I mean come on this guy never graduated from high school, smoked cigarettes and worked at his friend car shop making no more than $20 for each car he finished. I couldn’t do nothing but fall asleep.
On January 19 my baby sister, Jayla was born, by that time I was over it, I didn’t really care about having another sibling. Honestly I think it was the best/worst thing thus far that happened to me even though I dislike the fact that my “stepdad” spoils her and act like its only them 3 (my mom, my baby sister, and him) that he only has to feed when he goes out and get something from a fast food restaurant. Now my mom MS has worsened, and she can no longer have/work as a CNA and the MS just get worst.
Now that I’m older I think to myself why was I really mad at my mom at the simplest fact that she was having a baby? Why was I so angry at myself also? Was this the best thing that happened to her? Well I do not know, but me having a baby sister was the best thing that happened to me because I got to see her growth!