BC: "Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened." - Dr Seuss
FC: Alejandra's Portfolio
2: I hope to achieve most, if not all, of the goals that I have set for this year. To start with, I'd like to fully master using & identifying literary devices. Since I am not used to analyzing what I read, I sometimes have trouble identifying them although, I do understand what most of them mean. As for using them in my writing, I don't notice when I do so & I'd like to be able to intentionally include them, not just by accident. It would be really cool if I could learn to quickly identify tone & mood. Plus, I'd like to be able to read between the lines & fully understand the message the author tries to give. In addition, I would love to improve my spelling, grammar &, widen my vocabulary. I think that what I have the most trouble with is grammar; I always forget where to place commas. In spelling I sometimes forget the basics, but because I like reading & I do it a lot, I don't have that much trouble. As for widening my vocabulary, it's just cool being able to use other words than the ones you normally use. Besides, the tone of your writing may depend on the words you use. What I really is to really improve my writing.
8: My anatomy professor once told us things like this happened, but I never thought it would happen to me. I had received the call earlier on that day. I, Beth Williams, was being charged with murderer. I'm a nurse at St. Jame's Hospital, and it had been my dream to become one since my first grade teacher explained what an important part of society they were. So, I studied my whole life to become a nurse: the doctor's left hand. A few months back, an agonizing man came into the ER. A robbery attempt went wrong. John Callahan, the Officer on duty, got severely injured: a stray bullet had missed his heart by mere inches. Since I was the head of the nurse department, and this case was to be treated with extreme care, I assisted the doctor the whole time. We both did our best... it wasn't enough; a couple of days after the bullet had been removed, Officer John Callahan died. Losing a patient is always hard. Sometimes you feel so incompetent it actually makes you doubt if you had it right when you chose medicine as a career. For someone who selflessly chose to dedicate their life to helping others, losing a patient is a really low blow, add in the family of the deceased blaming you AND taking the case to court... not easy, at all.
9: So, there I was, standing in front of the judge, waiting for the jury to decide whether I was guilty or not. My whole future left for twelve people to choose, my whole future jeopardized. My brother-in-law was an attorney, and he was doing his best to defend my case. However, I could sense my defense falling apart the minute the physician was called. I knew how this kind of things normally went down; I knew she was going to come up with such a complex, professional-sounding argument that the jury would change their minds, even if they had previously thought otherwise. That's exactly what she did; even I got confused with her words, but she somehow managed to convince the jury that I was the one to blame for â€œHero John Callahan'sâ€ death. The jury took some minutes to discuss the verdict. Although, the physician made it obvious as to what the final word was going to be. Next to me sat my brother-in-law, a mortified expression on his face. I sensed my husband's eyes glued to my back, but was unable to look back, afraid of the look I knew was on his face. Everyone in the courtroom rose. The words echoed through the room. Now I'm facing four years in jail.
11: I like narrative writing & I think I'm not so bad at it, so I actually liked writing this piece. However, I prefer creating the characters & assigning them a role myself, so using all the characters was a bit of a challenge. I didn't know where to include each of them; creating a story based on the character's profession takes a bit of imagination & thought. Perhaps, for future writings, I would put a little more thought into the plot development & the role of each character. Plus, I should dedicate a lot more time to actually writing, if I want the results to be good.
12: Impulsive, cares for children, uses lots of British slangs ONLY when he writes on the diary, otherwise he's really proper & well-mannered. Always trying to see the brightside, even when it hurts him. Expresive. When it comes to a diary entry, stops pretending & opens up.
14: Wednesday, October 16th, 2009 My father has been yakking about how I never help around the house & one of his co-workers happened to need a baby-sitter I cannot believe he volunteered me for the job, my mates will probably say I’m a nancy. I’ve met the Greaves a couple of times before, they are okay, I guess, especially Mrs. Greaves, she is one fit woman. The little ones are well-behaved, but baby-sitting is not my cup of tea. I will give it a shot, though, not because I want to, but because I have to. Saturday, January 15th, 2011 Goodbye, London hello, America! My father was transferred to a new building that will be opening soon in America. Things here are going tickety boo, but this is a one off! I hope we do not have a hard time adjusting to the American lifestyle (sounds brill ), & that I have no trouble finding a new family to work for. Who would have thought that I, Don Owen, would like baby-sitting? I’m quite excited, it is going to be blinding! Tuesday, April 12th, 2011 The flight was jolly long, but jolly good. They served fish ‘n chips, I am so glad they did; that is my favorite dish & I will not be having them for a jolly long time, at least not real British style. Our new house is quite nice. While I was walking around the neighborhood, I noticed there are a lot of kids, but they all seem to be full of beans.
15: I think I will go to a baby-sitter agency? I believe that is how Americans call it, or at least that is what I heard in Nanny 911. Any road, an agency would be much better, I would be able to have a lot more clients. Life in America sure isn't as expnsive as it was in London, but the birds are fitter back home. Saturday, November 19th, 2011 Blimey, it’s been about seven months since I arrived to America, but there’s still absolutely no job for me. I’ve tried every single agency in Kentucky, but it seems that male baby-sitters are not as common here as they were back in London. Such discrimination truly infuriates me. I mean, honestly, what is the difference between a seventeen year-old bloke and a seventeen year-old bird, besides the obvious gender difference, I mean. I have the same experience as any of them, even more than some, I dare say. I STARTED WORKING FOR THE GREAVES WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, I WORKED FOR THEM FOR MORE THAN A YEAR!!!! Sunday, November 20th, 2011 The minute I become off-age, I am going back to London.
16: I had a really hard time writing this piece. I know how to write in my voice, it comes naturally, but writing someone elses’s was really hard, especially if that someone is a British male. I didn't like this writing piece. I don't think I achieved the purpose of the assignment, I don't think I was able to write in a different voice. I hope that there are no more voice writing pieces in the future. However, if there happened to be a next time, maybe I could watch some movies, read books, or something, to get some kind of inspiration for my character. While writing this piece, I discovered how big of a challenge it is to write in someone elses’s voice, unfortunately it isn't something I’d like to do more than once.
17: *Bloke=guy *Bird=chick *Any road= anyway *Tickety boo=going well *Fit=good looking *Full of beans=polite way of saying a child is a maniac *jolly=very *Nancy=gay *One off=one time event *Blimey=exclamation of surpirse *Blinding=awesome *Brill=cool yakking=talking incessantly *Not my cup of beans= not of my liking.
21: "An open home, an open heart, here grows a bountiful harvest." - Judy Hand
23: Home is where there's someone to love, and someone to love us.
25: "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson