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On Tuesday, we heard from 4 presenters, David, Christie, Alyssa, and Rebecca. I took notes on each presentation and really reflected on how to make each one better and what they can add to make it flow more. In Alyssa's we thought that adding an explicit conversation where she quit softball from her coach would add demention and conflict. In David's we focused more on revising his layout to make it easier to follow his story of himself vs. madness. Christie's was very family oriented, but we suggested other ways which she could really exemplify the theme behind her family vacation every year. Finally, Rebecca's futuristic twitterive of the events in her life that were taking place next year, would have been better if she organized her past, present, and future.

I think by critiquing these twitterives really gave me tactics to help make mine better as well.

      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.  

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