Showing posts with label Narrative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Narrative. Show all posts

Friday, November 19, 2010

MY WRITING EXPERIENCE 2

Dear Writing Experience,

    I am writing to you to let you know how I have improved on my writing skills and the obstacles I had to overcome during this year. To be honest, I had my ups and downs but I have managed to identify the problems, tackle them and finally clear them up, although there are still things to work on.

    This year I experienced a writing process I had never been exposed to before. My piece of writing started as a simple brainstorming session by jotting down ideas before setting to write. After that, I focused on the text organization and I thought about who the audience of my writing would be. According to this, I chose the suitable vocabulary and register I would be using. This was just how the piece was born.

    To start with the second step, I developed my ideas in paragraphs, including the vocabulary learnt throughout the year and in previous years. The following steps were peer feedback and tutor feedback before submitting the last version  to my teacher. I think I have made my best efforts in order to achieve my goals as regards writing.

    There was sometimes a feeling of frustration in me. After getting some good pieces of advice from the teacher, whenever a difficulty arose, I was able to deal with it successfully. My foremost objective during this year was to be able to spot mistakes since I consider this a tall task for me.

    I am sorry to tell you this, but you have definitely changed for the better from the beginning of this year.
       
                    Sincerely,
                            Bárbara.

A true tale of Argentine life

An unexpected guest

Have you ever  experienced  being in front of a U.F.O.? There are many people who claim to have actually seen these flying creatures but there is no need to talk about others. I have experienced it myself and to be honest, it was a before and after in my life. 

When I was about 8 years old, I used to live with my parents in Avellaneda but on a Sunday night, a day I will never forget, I stayed at my uncle Poroto’s house. The house was immense for such a young boy. I can still picture that gigantic backyard full of leaves rustling in the middle of the night. I was very concentrated watching “Los supercampeones”, my favourite daily cartoon when, out of the blue,  I noticed an intense and blinding light in the garden out of the corner of my eye. It was a harsh light coming from the sky.

I started to shake like a leaf and my heart was throbbing frantically. I could not believe my eyes. I had never been so shocked in my whole life. Who would believe what I was seeing? I was too little but I could tell that it was  a UFO. I had dreamt all my life about UFOs. I tiptoed out of the living room into the garden to make sure I was not dreaming. I stood stiff in front of the light which dazzled me.

After some minutes trying to make out what was in the middle of that glowing light, I suddenly heard a piercing sound and this strange object rose into the sky again. I could only see a dark shadow surrounded by the light. I looked up trying to find an explanation for what had just happened, but … was there any? I’m 45 and I still can’t find it! I shuffled into the house and sat staring at the wall. I felt sheer frustration since I could not gather any evidence of what I had just undergone.  

This unexpected guest was an eye-opener in my life. Believe it or not, from then on, I started to look at things in a different way. I believe in extraterrestrial and intelligent life on other planets and paranormal forces.  You may think I am a loony but wait until a true story like this one happens to you!  



Saturday, August 28, 2010

My Writing Experience


I am trying to look back in time to remember the first time I had to face a writing task. I am trying very hard but to tell the truth, I do not remember being exposed much to writing until I was 16. It all started when I was doing one of the last levels at Cambridge English Institute, where I studied. I am almost sure that those were not good times for my writing.

    Taking into account all the experience that I have gained since my first year at the Prof, I can now reflect upon my previous experience. Looking with a critical eye, I can certainly say that I had not been provided with enough tools and good pieces of advice on how to write in a successful and clear way before I started the Prof. 

Entering the Prof was an eye-opener for me. Actually, attending the second year subjects was a before and after in my life. It was not that in first year the teachers had not taught us in a proper way, but I think that it has to do with a personal growth. There is always a critical moment in everyone’s life when you see the light and you start looking at life in a different way. 

   While attending Language II, I was encouraged to express my ideas and experiences in a way I had never been able to do before. I was able to approach writing in different ways, thinking before writing. I will always be grateful because I think that my Language II teacher was able  to pass on me all his knowledge and made me feel confident, enthusiastic and willing to write. 

    It is not that I consider myself a great writer who would deserve an award for what I write. I would not 
 dare say that if I wrote a book it would sell like hot cakes, but I think I am getting better with the passing of 
 time.  Of course not all the effort is on the teacher’s side but I believe it is key to encourage students and find 
 creative ways of helping them to soldier on and not give up writing.