In my small group was Katie Collins, Alissa Francisco, and Davide Reyes. We all addressed questions about each others Twitterives and the questions that we had as well. I was luckey that my group was very in tuned and gave me good suggestions to improve my Twiterive.
First, I had to identify my theme and place more specifically. My group helped me realize my place was a mental one, the idolization in my head of someone greater I wanted to become. My theme is having a relative I have never met as a role model, and my repetend was the roots.
Also, they suggested some other genres I could work with, possible a moving slide show, and a "virtual mirror" which made me see my grandpa as I looked closer at myself.
All and all, I thought that having the small group setting before we presented was very beneficial because it let us feel more comfortable sharing such personal stories first before we shared them with the class.
I have decided my Twitterive is going to be about my Grandfather.
I I've never met him considering he died 10 years my 1990, but I have heard countless stories about his life. He served in World War II, was a police officer for 20 years and had 8 kids, the eldest being my dad. He never made it passed 54, and wanted to pay a tribute to him through this. I am including many genr
I feel like I just have a bundle of ideas and had no idea how to lay them out in an organized way. I sat down by first writing out a biography on his life by the stories I have heard, and have tried to relate his life to mine today. I started to gather pictures and things of what reminded me of him. Even though my tweets don't specifically mention him, everything I am doing is in response to my motivation and drive My repitend has been "Has someone you met affected your life so much?" but I don't know where to keep repeating it. I know I still have a lot more thinking and planning to do.
I made a Microsoft Word template of fake map quest directions.... where I am the limo driver picking up the groom at a strip club in Philly in order for him to arrive at the wedding. :) Check it out.
1.) "School- kid Stallions"
(Fiction based on the freedom of leaving high school or any school for that matter)
The final bell pierced through the halls, The crowds of youth began to appear.
Wild Stallions galloping,Rushing to the doors of the outside world.
A warm breeze danced among them
Summer was now in the air.
Dashing, running, hurtling
The young stallions were finally free.
Free from their custody.
Free from detention
And the rotten cafeteria meatloaf.
For the meantime they are free-spirited
The whole world before them,
Directionless.
Running briskly in circles, for miles upon miles.
With the zipping , zooming gust behind them
Pounding the earth.
Sometimes stable
But mostly unpredictable.
However one day they will be trained
molded eventually
after careful training and guidance
into the purest, of their breed.
Tweet: A warm breeze dances around.
2.) "Glory days and the Roadside diner"
We all sit in the empty diner reminiscing of our high school glory days and how far along we have come. Its winter and two full years have passed since we have heard the slamming of a locker door or that screeching sound sneakers make in the hallways. I smeared a fry in ketchup and listened to a new drunken college story one after the other. The diner is rather empty now, but it still has a frenzy rush atmosphere inside of it, maybe from the excitement of us being back together. I gazed out the window making eye contact with a sign which reads "Welcome to NY." It feels good to be home. In our booth, a smell of grease travelled up our nostrils as we ate along with a simultaneous ring in our ears, whenever a food order was up on the counter.
The ring reminded me of the bell from high school, except more comforting. Not noticing the time slipping away, we continue sitting back trying to recapture old memories and share new. It is our Roadside Diner, always has been, always will be.
Tweet: Welcome to NY
My native place was a playground I used to play at in North Jersey.
Reading both of these articles, made me a little bit more informed of how to properly form a narrative. It showed me that reflecting on a person's past and observing things you once looked at as a kid, unlocking details forming a narrative. In Odaanteji's article, he told the story of Billy the kid, by predominately giving details about the story; never outright telling readers how the setting and characters are. By showing actions to tell a story made me realize that this is the