Welcome back to my fifth blog! In this blog, I will respond to five questions which relate to my first draft of the narrative project. Before writing, I watched three video performances from The Wizard of Oz and interpreted the scenes because it will help me to improve my first draft. I provided the links below, so if you are interested in, please check them.
- How does your narrative allow you to travel into your brain (mind) then and now? My narrative allows me to travel into my brain by recalling what I though. At that time, I tried not to remember the event. This is because if I looked back the situation, I always remembered traumas such as the silence and faces of the audiences. Then I felt very uncomfortable. On the other hand, now I grew up and had many experiences. Therefore, I know it was not a big mistake even though the mistake affected me greatly. - How does your narrative allow you to travel into your heart (emotions) then and now? My narrative allows me to travel into my heart by remembering what I felt. At that time, I was overwhelmed and ashamed the small mistake because I thought it was everything in my world. On the other hand, now I know a bigger world, so even if I make a mistake, I do not feel ashamed because I learned a shame does not help to improve myself. However, to be honest, I still get very nervous before speaking in front of many people. - How does your narrative meet the nerve (high-stakes) element of meaningful storytelling? My narrative meets the nerve element of meaningful storytelling because my story is about facing hard challenge and getting over it at the end. Also, this is a Man vs Self conflict story. I used many descriptions that express my nervousness to make readers anxious. - How does your narrative enable you to re-examine the power (agency) you have in authoring your life-story? My narrative enables me to re-examine the power I have in authoring my life-story by reconstructing my memories. Looking back the event helps me to reconfirm how it was important in my life. Also, now I feel like I want to recall every memories and write about them. - What shapes our sense of identity: Life events or the stories we tell ourselves about life events? I think life events shape our sense of identity because while experiencing the life events, we feel strong emotions and change our minds. Telling about the life events help us to shape our identities, but it is based on what we felt and thought during the events.
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Welcome back to my fourth blog! In this blog, I will write an emotional moment include dialogue and at least one symbol. Before writing, I read “Hills Like White Elephants” written by Ernest Hemingway because it is a good example of dialogue and symbolism.
Last winter, I traveled across the United States alone by using Amtrak trains. One night, I was only one passenger who stayed at a room on the first floor of Amtrak's sleeping car. Bathrooms were on the first floor, so I sometimes met to other passengers, but mostly I was alone. Thus, I felt lonely a little bit. In my room, I could not hear any sound except the sound of the train. Looking out of the window, there was a vast plain and some snow. Also, the sky was getting dark. The train was running along the boundary between the United States and Canada, so it was a little chilly. Around 6 pm, I went to a dining car to eat dinner, and I sit at a table with other passengers who were a middle-age man, an elderly woman and her daughter. At that time, it had only four months since I came to the United States. Thus, I could not speak English will, but I did not want to ruin the atmosphere, so I tried my best and introduced myself briefly. The rest of the time, I concentrated on listening their boring stories and giving responses. After I finished eating dinner, I left the seat instantly. On the way back to my room, I was spoken by one elderly man who was a tall and slender. “Are you Japanese?” the man asked me. “Yes, I am…how did you know?” I answered a question with another question. “While I was eating dinner at a different table, I heard some Japanese words, so I was interested in you,” the man said. I did not know about him yet. Thus, I was suspicious of him, but I decided to keep listening to stories from him. “When I was young, I liked Japan, so I studied about Japan’s culture by myself at the front of Vietnam War,” he said. “Really?” I was very surprised. “Also, I had a Japanese best friend who passed away several years ago. Moreover, my daughter is studying abroad to Osaka, Japan for a few years,” he said. At first, I did not believe him, but I gradually thought his stories were true. In fact, he was able to speak some Japanese words. Finally, we had a lively conversation for more than 30 minutes in the hallway. After I parted from him, I went back to my room. However, I did not feel lonely at all. This is because I was able to know the meaning of the saying “truth is stranger than fiction” from that experience. I did not ask for his contact information, but I was satisfied with the miraculous encounter. Before I went to bed, I looked out of the window and noticed a bright city was getting closer. Welcome back to my third blog! In this blog, I will write a narrative about my life-moment of intense emotion based on one object. Before writing, I read “My Name Is Margaret” written by Maya Angelou because it is a good example of narration and description.
When I gaze at a thin airplane ticket to Philadelphia, it reminds me of the great hope for the future. This is because from that day on, I moved to the United States and started to live in stranger’s house of a new town. It was big change in my life. In the summer last year, I came to the United States with my big blue roller bag, heavy black backpack, and the plane ticket. In fact, I had never been abroad before, so it was my first time to go overseas. Until I arrived at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, I was very excited because most flight attendants and passengers were Japanese, so I did not feel like I was going to the United States. Also, I enjoyed in-flight service such as meals and movies. One morning, I ordered Bloody Marry which did not contain alcohol. This is because I though it was a kind of berry juice, but I was wrong. The taste was mainly tomato and pepper. I had never tried the combination, so it was like a nightmare for me. Moreover, during the flight, I watched “Lady Bird” and cried a little because my situation was very similar to the main character’s one. For example, she left her hometown and moved to East Coast in order to enter a college. After I got off the plane, I noticed the difference of smell although I cannot explain how it was different from Japan's one. At that time, I thought that I came to the United States at last. However, I gradually became uneasy as I close to the domestic terminal. This is because the number of Asian people was obviously decreasing. Also, I had never been in such environment that I could not hear anything except English, so my brain was very confused. After I arrived at a boarding gate of the next plane to Philadelphia, I remembered to buy new USB cable for my phone. Fortunately, I had enough time to look around the terminal, so I decided to go shopping for it. At that time, I did not know the value of the dollar yet. Also, I was not sure whether my English made sense to people. Therefore, I was very nervous and had a dry mouth, but I found courage to speak to a clerk somehow. In the store, there were only one clerk and me, so she tried to listen to me kindly, and I was able to buy the USB cable. Although my hand was shaking a little bit while I paid money, I gained huge confidence. |
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