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.  

 
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.
 
Should I add more of how he has affected my life?

What other genres can I use?

Did you feel he was connected to me?

Should I add more video?


 
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.
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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

 


10 Dec Jami Finkel @famijinks

I just like to #smile! Smilings my favorite :)

Retweeted by Sam Olenowski 10 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21

Hope for the best expect nothing trust noone

10 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21 Its impossible....

9 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21 I cheated on my fears, broke up with my doubts, got engaged to my faith, now im marrying my dreams

9 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21 With some things, the less you care the happier you'll be

8 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21 Love you just the way u are a cinema

8 Dec Sam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21
never lower your standards to meet someone else's expectations

swear to never break your heart or a promise, i got us.

Cuz I live for this.. it isnt just a hobby like that


Hope for the best, expect, nothing trust no one
It's Impossible....
With some things the less you care,
the happier you'll be.
Never lower your standards to meet someone else's expectations,
Finally, I cheated on my fears, broke up with my doubts, got engaged to my faith, now im marrying my dreams.
I swear to never break your heart or a promise, i got us.
Love you just the way u are a cinema.
Now, smiling is my favorite
 
My native place was a playground I used to play at in North Jersey.
 
I can see a glimpse of the city skyline sweeet #twitterive

3 FebSam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21

I can hear loud churchbells dinging around this place...#twitterive

3 FebSam Olenowski @Sam_goes_Ham21

Checking out apts in west paterson, and north caldwell nj where my fam might move too... #twitterive

     These were just some of the tweets, I used in visiting my strange place. On February 3rd, I went with my mom to visit new apartments where we might live. One was on a high cliff in West Caldwell, Nj, 10 miles outside NYC. Something I noticed instantly was the rugged terrain in which the apartment was on, a terrain unlike flat South Jersey. It was pretty but crowded with roads, other apartments, plazas. You could here church bells dinging in a repetend, and it was almost dusk. It smelled like cigars in the bare apartment, but it was spacious. The small courtyard had a