-Note- Yes I do recall that all of my assignments that I have chosen for my portfolio were to be printed off. Unfortunately, I have been experiencing some major technical difficulties (my printer broke down several days ago), leaving me unable to print off all of my chosen assignments from my blogger account. Anyways, I have done my best to have it so my essay is along with the rest of my work on the blog, enjoy.
To start off, here is a list of the assignments that I have prepared for my portfolio:
- the Ode and Found Poem (2 poems)
- ISU Seminar Handout (1 descriptive)
- Dramatic Monologue (1 fiction)
- Journal #10 (1 autobiographical)
- Radio Play (1 expository/script)
- Sample Chapter, Sonnet -Facing the Sun- (2 pieces of polished work)
- Query Letter (1 formal letter)
From the first time that I had walked into the classroom, I had seen this class as an opportunity to help improve my writing skills, knowing that I could improve in such things as writing poetry. I had always thought of poetry as an aristocrat's reading material, never sure why though. From the first time I had walked into Mr. Pierce's class, I knew of nothing more than poetry, just sonnets because I practiced with them in my personal time. I had tried writing stories and tried other forms of writing, but I was never that good at it. I took this course as an opportunity to make myself more capable of writing the things that I wasn't able to, as to make up for my failed attempts for doing so.
When I began this course, I had felt a little uncomfortable about taking a class that is about writing in style. With the help of Mr. Pierce, I was able to write a script for the first time without that many major flaws in it. I wouldn't say that I am a better writer than I was before, but I would say that the class time was worth the effort. Effort and discipline is the key to success in my book, never came to doubt it and if I keep to it, maybe I'll get better.When we got into the poetry section, I would say that would be my favorite unit in the course, working on sonnets, odes, dramatic monologues and found poetry. From what I have learned, I plan to use this to somehow help me in my personal projects.
-Yeah, it's a short essay, but I got all of my points on the page, didn't I?
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Imitation Piece - The Silver Chair
This is supposed to happen about one week after this book ends, providing a more effective ending for its reader. Enjoy this one for size, readers!!!!!
As the wind rustled in the surrounding trees about the schoolyard, Eustace had once again made visit to the soil of which he had buried his colourful clothes from Narnia. Once he had unearthed his old clothes covered in the dirt where he hid them, he had opened his knapsack to place them snuggly inside. While he was doing this, something strange had occured, an envelope had fallen out of one of the pockets and landed infront of his dirty knees. Eustace stared blankly at this envelope. He had lifted up the envelope and inspected it closely, noticing the wax imprint resembling the emblem of a lion. A letter from the Narnians? Who knows when that had gotten there, surely Eustace didn't remember retrieving an envelope while he was in Narnia. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter, no surprise there. The letter was written upon a worn out piece of musty paper, only the beavers of Aslan's keep would know what was written on this paper. Eustace unfolded the musty paper, the letter was written quite legible. The bright youngster Eustace had begun to read this letter, insecure of what it was going to tell him.
'Son of Adam, I commend you for restoring peace to our kingdom. It is I, Aslan. The royal bloodline shall continue to flow through this kingdom. If any evil that shows its head, I shall summon you to this land to aid us in preserving that peace that belongs to the Narnians. They will welcome you with open arms as long as you keep this promise. Tell Jill that this letter was placed in your clothes after you had buried them.
-Your friend, Aslan.'
As the wind rustled in the surrounding trees about the schoolyard, Eustace had once again made visit to the soil of which he had buried his colourful clothes from Narnia. Once he had unearthed his old clothes covered in the dirt where he hid them, he had opened his knapsack to place them snuggly inside. While he was doing this, something strange had occured, an envelope had fallen out of one of the pockets and landed infront of his dirty knees. Eustace stared blankly at this envelope. He had lifted up the envelope and inspected it closely, noticing the wax imprint resembling the emblem of a lion. A letter from the Narnians? Who knows when that had gotten there, surely Eustace didn't remember retrieving an envelope while he was in Narnia. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter, no surprise there. The letter was written upon a worn out piece of musty paper, only the beavers of Aslan's keep would know what was written on this paper. Eustace unfolded the musty paper, the letter was written quite legible. The bright youngster Eustace had begun to read this letter, insecure of what it was going to tell him.
'Son of Adam, I commend you for restoring peace to our kingdom. It is I, Aslan. The royal bloodline shall continue to flow through this kingdom. If any evil that shows its head, I shall summon you to this land to aid us in preserving that peace that belongs to the Narnians. They will welcome you with open arms as long as you keep this promise. Tell Jill that this letter was placed in your clothes after you had buried them.
-Your friend, Aslan.'
Eustace had sat there as Jill was calling out to him. He then turned around and saw her run towards him as the letter rested in his hand. Jill had asked him "What's that paper say in your hand?", then she took it out of his hand and began to read the letter. Eustace looked up at her face and tried to read her facial expressions, she looked unsure of what she was reading. Jill passed the letter back to Eustace and grinned. She looked down at Eustace and said in a cheerful voice "Looks like we have their thanks, it's nothing bad." Eustace slowly got up with the letter in his right hand and his bag of clothes in the other. "It's not that." he said "I just never knew that Aslan could write." Jill laughed at that remark and said "Well, maybe Rilian had to write the letter for him." Eustace wiped off his knees and placed his dirty hand over her shoulder. She threw his arm off of his shoulder and half-yelled at him "Hey, don't get my shirt dirty!" Both Jill and Eustace began to walk away from the pile of soil holding hands. During that awkward silence, it had occured to Eustace that there was a lot of sexual tension that he had held from Jill. He had stopped and spun Jill around to himself. She stuttered to Eustace "Wha-wha-what are you doing, Eustace?" Eustace stared at her with a bold expression on his face, it was getting pretty obvious by what he was thinking. He responded with a smug look on his face, "Jill, lets make babies." She was horrified by that statement. "What did you just say?" she asked in an irritated tone. Eustace lost the smug look and it turned into a frown, "Let's make babies?" She pushed Eustace away and growled "We haven't hit puberty yet and you're talking about mating? You're the most foolish boy that I've ever met!" Eustace lowered his head in shame. The wind in the trees got louder as the wind of silence rolled in again. He started to walk away from Jill by himself and then raised his hand as if he was going to ask a teacher if he could use the restroom. Eustace turned back toward Jill and asked quietly "What if we get to your place and fool around?" Jill let out a long sigh and said with a dull, monotone voice "Okay, but my parents will be home in one hour."
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