class
In class this week we had a lot of material to go over. With the course coming to an end we mainly focused on our One-Semester Memoirs, Showing and telling writing, and logical fallacies to avoid in our writing. We went over our memoirs in that we should be using our entire blogs as the building blocks for it. We need to combine the various themes and how we've grown throughout the semester into one essay, detailing our lives. Also, we went over showing and telling writing. Telling writing is a form in which you create a narrative, detailing step-by-step accounts of a scene. Showing writing places the reader into the scene itself, allowing full immersion into the story you are writing. What particularly intrigued me was the covering of logical fallacies. We went over fallacies such as “Ad Hominem”, which is the attack on an opponents character to get your own point across. Another that we went over is “Appeal to Emotion” in which somebody uses strong rhetoric to influence people through their emotions, like hitting touchy topics of abortion or equal rights to stir up the crowd. The next week was thanksgiving so we didn't have class. In this time I've been attempting to perfect my posts for the approaching close of the semester.
home
These past few weeks have been hard, which will be reflected in my blog posts. Someone close to me is struggling with addiction and it hurts more and more seeing it as time progresses. We are trying are hardest to come to a solution for the problem, but it's like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Thanksgiving was also last week, it was a nice break from these mental gymnastics. I was able to see my grandparents and have a nice dinner with them and my immediate family members.
In a previous post, I used the following telling language to explain a moment from my life: “Later in the week I went to a concert in Philly with two friends of mine. The concert was at The Coda, a nightclub in center city, and the artist Robb Bank$ was performing.”
Here, I will revise this telling language into a scene that shows readers this same moment from my life.
We stepped off of the roaring subway train onto the cold platform before us. Walking through the dank labyrinth of tunnels leading us up into Philadelphia, greeted by large crowds of unfamiliar faces on this chilly October night. Standing outside the brightly lit Coda Nightclub we are filled with excitement for the upcoming show. As we walk in Lights are flashing in purples and blues as the show floor begins to fill up with faces full of excitement just like ours. The lights begin to dim and the artist walks out onto the anxious stage. “Helloooo Philadeplhia!” echos through the club.
In a previous post, I used the following telling language to explain a moment from my life: “Later in the week I went to a concert in Philly with two friends of mine. The concert was at The Coda, a nightclub in center city, and the artist Robb Bank$ was performing.”
Here, I will revise this telling language into a scene that shows readers this same moment from my life.
We stepped off of the roaring subway train onto the cold platform before us. Walking through the dank labyrinth of tunnels leading us up into Philadelphia, greeted by large crowds of unfamiliar faces on this chilly October night. Standing outside the brightly lit Coda Nightclub we are filled with excitement for the upcoming show. As we walk in Lights are flashing in purples and blues as the show floor begins to fill up with faces full of excitement just like ours. The lights begin to dim and the artist walks out onto the anxious stage. “Helloooo Philadeplhia!” echos through the club.