of thWho did I work with to compose my hiraeth project? Was this a good idea?
A more intelligent choice was have been to choose someone who writes naturally, but I don't anyone that does that. Due to my situation I had to settle with my buddy Zach, he review it, and that's about it. It wasn't a good idea, it was most likely a horrible idea. I didn't get a lot of feed back. In fact, all I got was "Looks good". What was the most difficult part of my writing process? Why? What did I do to overcome the obstacles? Recalling, writing, and getting my point across. Remember what I was writing about was the hardest part in my opinion, I do not have a very good memory to begin with. Writing was also difficult, as I'm not a natural writer. The majority of my writings are very awkward and hard to understand, if even readable. Getting my point across was is a huge challenge of mine, like right now, this is supposed to be a paragraph but it feels like I'm writing a bullet list. I wasn't truly able to overcome these obstacles. When did I write this project? Good Approach? Late... Clearly not a Good Approach. No excuses but there have been a lot of fucked up situations in my life right now, I'm doing what I can. Where did I write this project? Good Approach? In the middle of my DPR 100 class. I wouldn't consider this a bad approach as I'm way ahead on all of my work.. did it all yesterday. Why did I choose to write about my chosen hiareth? Really the only good memories I could even attempt to put on paper. How will I adapt/revise my writing process for further revision of the hiraeth assignment? There's a lot.. I honestly want to rewrite the entire project, it feels lacking. It doesn't have nearly as much meat as I would like. I fear that I do not get my point across nearly as well as I'm supposed to.
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Living in a childhood filled with confusion, fear, and deception is the worst thing that comes to mind. Family constantly cutting corners and telling lies, believing they are protecting you from themselves.
The remembering of a safe, normal home, is something that is slipping from my mind as everyday passes. It used to be, Mom would come home from work and prepare dinner. Dad would arrive shortly after her, somedays. It’s so easy to ignore, or not notice that things that are truly wrong with a family, especially when you’re so young. The best memory I have of my family are on those pennsylvania snow days. A fluffy snow on the ground, perfect for sledding, but a beautiful sun over head. Just warm enough to make you feel safe, and warm. I remember leaving in the morning with my Dad, sometimes having to make a run to Walmart first because the day previous we somehow cracked the old one. I remember making a WaWa stop right after Walmart and getting a warm hot chocolate. The feeling I would get when we first pulled up to the park with the great big hill was overwhelming. It looked as if it was molded perfectly by someone who loved to sled. Dad and I pulled up to the park and sat in the car finishing our hot chocolates, soon as I finished I hopped out and grabbed the sled from the back seat of that old Dodge Caravan. Sled in hand I ran to the top of the hill getting in position as I was glace to my Dad, he was still walking up. I trusted myself flying forward letting out a loud giggle, he would too because by the time I’ve completely flipped because of a divide in the ground. It was so cold, but so enjoyable. Right after sledding we made another stop at WaWa of course, getting those delicious stuffed pretzels and I would get another hot chocolate and my Dad would get his normal dark roast coffee. Home would follow Wawa, where we would sit and watch some random TV Show, usually Courage the Cowardly Dog, or something of the sort. It wasn’t long after those sledding days that I began to realize those drinks that my Father loved so much were a gift from Johnny Walker himself. I began to realize those days when my Mother was extra tired was actually from the consumption of two percocets, a normal for her. When i was ten years old I watched my family fall apart and creep into this dark zone. Hiraeth is a welch term which means to have a longing for which a place you cannot return or never was. In this blog assignment we are told to write about our possible topics for our Hiraeth papers. This is hard for me, I know what I want to write, I know how to write it, but it's a topic I don't talk about much.
My topic will have to do with my childhood and the inability to ever have my family the way I wish it once was. My family was consumed by drug abuse my entire life. Carolyn Chute and Drake Baer are the reasoning for this blog. These two writers talk about what brought them to writing, their stories behind their stories. Carolyn Chute, the author of "How Can You Create Fiction When Reality Comes to Call" states "The following is a typical day in my life" than continues to tell us the crazy story of her day.
In college there are so many damn distractions, specifically for myself. Let me begin by making a quick bullet list for you...
All jokes aside the biggest distraction I face as a college student is working. Not in the way you may thing, not because the job takes up too much time or because it's too stressful. The biggest reason it becomes a distraction is because constantly the thought "Why do I need to goto school when I'm already making two grand a week?". I constantly need to remind myself that my situation right now is okay but not where I want it to be. I strongly believe with dedication I could become a better write... it all has to do with if I am truly interested in becoming a better one. Personally, I find no enjoyment of writing. I believe the following six steps would truly help me become a better writer.
I write because it's a requirement of society, and without writing, the history of our civilization and the ones before would be lost. In truth, I write for beneficial purposes. The job I want, I need to be able to understand and produce detailed change logs, my courses expect long, detailed papers and reflections based on our materials provided. I do not write for enjoyment, I write for security.
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