10/29/2018 0 Comments MID-TERM REFLECTION Blog Post #8 was written about our mid-term review and we were given a Refletion writing video on what to do. We had to give 3 primary intrinsic goals and write about it
My experience in this class so far for me is great because in High School if we had a 300 word essay I never even touched the computer , so to be doing essays that’s at least 500 words every week it’s interesting.It’s definitely not easy adjusting to doing work if that makes sense lol. I give credit to everybody who completes these essays.So writing essays every week in this class I can tell that I’ve grown. I used to hear the word essays and say “nope onto the next”. So the simple fact that I’m even trying shows me that I’m actually changing and not giving up so easily.Everybody has written a essay before and of course I have too just on popular topics. Such as Drake and Drew Brees who are my two favorite people in the world. My writing identity paper was written ok in my opinion, I didn’t really understand the topic itself to explain that well. But after reading twice I picked up some new information. Learning by reading is difficult I’d rather listen. I have grown so much since then though , my blog post have become way easier because I already know what I wanna write about before I leave the class or I have something in the future that I’m gonna do that I could write about. Writing isn’t easy i thought i was dyslexic at first. So for me not to struggle as much as i use to i know that I’m making progress and I’m actually trying. My writer identity isn’t really organized when I tell my story it’s usually in the order of importance not in the order of events and time. I think I should work on that as a writer but for me it seems right which probably really isn’t. My first intrinsic goal is to help my viewers learn a lot about me and my writing process which I’m still working on. I hope someday to get one of my story published but not actually pursue a book writing career. My 2nd goal is to make my readers laugh but also understand the concept of my writings. Basically turning a serious story into more of a funny story but having the same lesson and theme. Only because the simple fact of reading stories you say stuff like “why did he do that” and “I feel bad”. I’d rather them say stuff like “that was a funny way to say it”. I’m basically explaining myself in my writing process. My third goal is too actually have fun with it and work on my revising a lot more to have more interesting and enthusiastic stories. My stories are awesome in my opinion just needs a little bit more of improvement and I’m hoping to learn that by the end of the semester.
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10/8/2018 0 Comments Composing a Past Scene: Part Two. For this weeks class we had to read My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee). I decided to write about another heartbreak in my life. It was emotional for me to write this. I hope you guys enjoy the story
As I hear the whistles blow and I hear cheering I realize this is a moment that I will never forget and a feeling I will always remember. The Chichester eagles beat us 6-12 at there homecoming. After being up the whole game until the 4th Quarter it became disturbing. I played my heart out and it was my very last time playing against a big rival (in my opinion). I was highly disappointed. The week started off by the Chichester Eagles posting videos and pictures saying what there gonna do to us. “Fuck Chester , they some scrubs can’t wait until Saturday afternoon”. We responded by putting eagles around our school and putting X’s over and dead eagle signs. The beef is something serious but it’s more like a competitive rival more than anything. When we play against chi it’s usually a close game and half there players are from Chester so it’s basically a city thing. Facebook , Snapchat , and Instagram post had something to do with the game. “ Remember what happened last year “ Rashaad Shaw's caption said in his Instagram photo. Our coaches used that as motivation and they posted that around the locker room to remind us everywhere what they did. We practiced so hard that whole week , we wanted it more than anybody well at least I know I did. My cousin plays for so it was a lot of family at the game on different sides of the stands. In school I didn’t talk all week not even in practice. I sang and rapped every morning loudly. I was loud all the time so it was very unusual for me to be quiet. “You good bro” Aasim asked. “Yeah I’m good , i'm just focused“ I answer quickly. We talking all over the socials but will we have this same energy on the field i asked myself. Action speak louder than words in my opinion. I was listening to music and watching film all week. I never wanted to beat a team so bad so I had to put the time and effort into beating this team. Couldn’t sleep at all but I could eat. Nothing stopping me from eating I don’t care if it’s a earthquake. I was nervous but I was ready at the same time. Saturday Morning comes and we board the bus. The Chichester parade was holding up traffic so it took us 20 minutes to get to the field. I told myself I wouldn’t leave this field without a regret. After we scored I felt like we won the game but Chi has something different in mind the 2nd half of the game. As chi ran down the field and scored twice in the 4th. I watched the clock run down 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 ….. 1. My heart dropped so quickly and I was so upset , I couldn’t even believe what just happened. Not even 30 minutes after the game and I hear “what we doing tonight y’all“. That’s when I realized nobody took this game as serious as me and I was disappointed in myself and teammates. I didn’t move from my room all weekend. I didn’t show up to practice that Monday because I was still shocked. 10/1/2018 1 Comment Composing a Past SceneFor this blog post we had to write about a scene from the past. It had to be about the negative impact the story had on your life, like we listened to in class What You Don't Know by Lulu Wang. I take my readers on an adventure of my first year of High School Football playing for the Chester Clippers.
A lot of people don’t know that football is my first love and it’s a part of my life and always will be. The most negative impact on my life was my first week of football camp and it started August 8th , 2016. I really didn’t know anybody but like 4 people. Camp was 7am - 6pm everyday for 2 weeks except the weekends so yes it was exhausting. “ Yeah he's probably not gonna get in “ I over heard a voice say. “ Finest JV player “ another voice said. Then as I walked in the trainers office minutes later. “ They were just talking about you being the finest jv player blank “ the trainer said loudly and laughed. For me personally I have always been underestimated because I wear glasses , which really didn’t make any sense, They basically were saying everyone who wears glasses is a nerd and can’t play football. They hurt me more than anything and I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I did great in camp I actually was on the depth chart for 3rd String Defensive End and we rotated a lot so that was good. Fast forward the end of the first game and i sat on the bench the whole game. I was lied to the whole time. I kept hearing I was getting in but I never did. Week 2 vs Spring-Ford. A state ranked team in 2015-16 season. My number was called in the 4th Quarter with 2 minutes. It was a blowout. I was furious , I got in and a got a sack and the whole sideline went crazy even with us being down by 45 points. It felt amazing to actually touch the field. Before that it was 5 years. I started against O’Hara Week 3 and had amazing game with 8 tackles and 2 for a loss. We lost again but I made the paper with Honorable Mention. delcotimes.com/sports/20160914/ridleys-anderson-uses-versatility-to-take-top-honor After being told I wouldn’t start and I was just another Jv player I proved myself to the coaches and my teammates that I was worthy. My season kinda went downhill with me tearing a ligament in my left shoulder and I was told I was out for the season . I came back in 2 and a half weeks and still played. My playing time was cut down because my injury and I was kinda scared to play because it didn’t feel the same at all. But remember I wasn’t even supposed to play Varsity at all. By the end of the season I was loved by everyone and I made a name for myself. It might not be a big deal to my readers but when you love something so much and that’s all you care about and you were always were good at and somebody says you can’t do it , it hurts especially when they don’t even know what you can do or don’t even know enough about you to judge you. Moral of the story is to never let anyone tell you what you can’t do. |
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