In class: Literary Narrative

1.       “the glimmer of sunshine on the grass” (pg. 170, paragraph 1)

2.       “Just before leaving Louisiana, I met a small, slender black woman.” (Pg. 128, Paragraph 1)

3.       “we were struck by the chemical odor of a cleaning solution so strong that it seemed toxic.” (Pg. 128, P. 2) “Her cheek was quit tender…” (pg. 128, p.3) “…the whole street looked like a river, and water poured in.” (pg. 129, p.2)

4.       Topics

-redescovering a soft yellow picture book about a calf and it’s mother that my mom bought me when I was little-good

-Reading harry potter-good

-Reading an extensive series for homeschool and giving up on the last book-bad

-Writing weekly reports to my homeschool advisor

 

5.       Convey a memory, revisit a memory myself, teach the lesson that our memories can bring us comfort

6.       My audience probably will have had a similar experience with a mentor in their life, and if not probably has longed for one. I will have to make sure that my tone is a positive one.

7.       My tone will be affectionate. I want my readers to see me as a busy preteen and then as an innocent, sweet, little girl.

8.       Chaparral Pro Light is the right font. It will be print and on a website. I will also use this picture:

9.       Soft white or green walls. Brown bookshelves. Books. Sitting on the beige carpet. Cluttered corner of books, empty picture frames, drooping/ sharp potted plants. Top of a stair way

10.   I smell dust.

11.   I feel dirt mixed into the books soft covering. Old Velcro, that had lost it’s stick, mated with threads and lint.

12.   In wonder. Spacy(time stands still). Hungry.

13.   Nothing. Maybe dust. Hunger. Remembrance.

14.    

A.      My mother sat cross-legged, holding me in her lap, on the white living room rug. Her soft chestnut hair created a globe around us as she handed me the precious gift. Whenever mom gave me a gift, it was a treasure. No matter what it was, it was always wrapped with love and admiration. Her expression was that of any mother’s, kind and warm. She handed the little book to me with her strong, sacrificing fingers.

B.      I plopped into my mother’s lap and glanced into her sea green eyes. I looked at her with my bright blue eyes, filled with excitement, gleaming with the promise of a prize. Through the wisps of tangerine curls, my thoughts twitched and sprang around my excited noggin…I felt the yellow exterior of the book with my dimpled hands and begged for her to read it to me.

15.   –If your good at the store today, I’ll get you a present!       Yay!

“Mommy, what is it?”                                    You’ll see…

-When!                                                                When we get home. I want to be able to be comfortable while I’m reading it!

 

-Can you read it to me?                                 Sure!

-Mommy, can you read it again?               After you brush your teeth.

-Good night. I love you.                                Love you too!

 

16.   We go to the store. She promises me a treat if I am good. We go home and read it. We read it again for bedtime stories. I find the book again after many years and remember it.

17.   My narrative is significant to me because it reminds me of the carefree life of a child. This gives me comfort now when I am stressed with school and social things. It helps me remember that everything will be alright. If this had not happened, I probably would not have such a good relationship with my mom.