about reading or speaking autobiographically makes things more nerve-racking. Anyhow, so when I got to the last story which was on the "M" or Mario for my dad, I got choked up and ran outside. I started crying and my heart was beating so fast. My teacher came out a few moments later to check on me and make sure I was okay. She said it was a very powerful image that I was describing and that she understood why I got chocked up. She offered to finish reading the paragraph to the rest of the class while I caught my breath. I waited for about ten minutes and went back inside. I was back to normal in no time and even volunteered to act out a play my classmate's had written. Looking at my new piece of almost finished work, I feel proud because I would have never gotten this far without the extra push of having to turn in it as an assignment. It was hard writing some of those sentences but quite therapeutic. I hope I can dedicate time next year to filling in more stories and then publish it as a book.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
No Woman No Cry
Yesterday was the last day of my Creative Writing class. We brought our portfolios to turn in, brought snacks and drinks, and volunteered to share excerpts from our final work. The main part of my portfolio was a memoir "S.T.O.R.M." that I've been writing on and off for a couple of years now. It is about my family and the beginning of each family member's name is in the word STORM. For some reason, I was extremely nervous and my voice was shaky while I was sharing. Something
about reading or speaking autobiographically makes things more nerve-racking. Anyhow, so when I got to the last story which was on the "M" or Mario for my dad, I got choked up and ran outside. I started crying and my heart was beating so fast. My teacher came out a few moments later to check on me and make sure I was okay. She said it was a very powerful image that I was describing and that she understood why I got chocked up. She offered to finish reading the paragraph to the rest of the class while I caught my breath. I waited for about ten minutes and went back inside. I was back to normal in no time and even volunteered to act out a play my classmate's had written. Looking at my new piece of almost finished work, I feel proud because I would have never gotten this far without the extra push of having to turn in it as an assignment. It was hard writing some of those sentences but quite therapeutic. I hope I can dedicate time next year to filling in more stories and then publish it as a book.
about reading or speaking autobiographically makes things more nerve-racking. Anyhow, so when I got to the last story which was on the "M" or Mario for my dad, I got choked up and ran outside. I started crying and my heart was beating so fast. My teacher came out a few moments later to check on me and make sure I was okay. She said it was a very powerful image that I was describing and that she understood why I got chocked up. She offered to finish reading the paragraph to the rest of the class while I caught my breath. I waited for about ten minutes and went back inside. I was back to normal in no time and even volunteered to act out a play my classmate's had written. Looking at my new piece of almost finished work, I feel proud because I would have never gotten this far without the extra push of having to turn in it as an assignment. It was hard writing some of those sentences but quite therapeutic. I hope I can dedicate time next year to filling in more stories and then publish it as a book.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Time Is Ticking Away...
And the best holiday of the season has yet to pass! Christmas has and will always be my favorite holiday. It's even better than my birthday because everyone gets gifts--although, everyone gets gifts on my birthday because it's Valentine's Day but whatever. My creative writing class is ending which is a little sad but I was looking up other possible classes to take in the spring and the possibilities are endless? There's beginning photography, intermediate acting, tap, yoga on Saturday mornings, photojournalism, another creative writing class at another community college, intro to oil painting, etc. I just have to narrow it down and make sure it doesn't conflict with my work schedule. Oh yah and then there's Hawaii! Can't believe I'm going! Can't wait to go - but honestly, trying hard to stay focus on working out at least everyday before then. Why is it so hard to work out and take care of black hair? It's like - you get your hair did and it's all straight and nice and flowy and as soon as any iota of steam hits it...Poof! It looks like black cotton candy. But...and yes but...what I do is wrap my hair every night and workout in the morning while the weather is cool. It gets a little frizzy but since it's wrapped up, not as much. I touch it up for work and Voila! Now Hawaii is a different story. Wait and see what my hair will be like for Hawaii. Trust me - it's either braids or a weave or maybe I'll just cut it all off and roll Sinead O'Conner, Natalie Portman during V for Vendetta phase or Grace Jones style.