Workshop and things. February 10, 2008

After the workshop, I sat and thought about the different styles each of the persons in my group had.  I really liked how Monica wrote about different events that all happened at the same setting.  She also added some facts about her topic at the end of her piece which really was interesting.  Kelly focused on all of the different events and things that have changed her way of thinking, living, etc.  Her piece was really easy to relate to.  Amy also focused on a specific event to explain how she felt about her mom and everything.  The whole section on Christmas really worked with the rest of the piece and gave the reader an easy understanding of what she was going through and how she felt.

It’s hard for me to say what my readers wanted to know more about because they didn’t get to read the whole thing…it was 9 pages! I wish they could have read the whole thing because it would have given them a better idea, rather them just knowing the bits and pieces that I had read to them.  I realized after reading the parts I did read, that I probably should go through my piece and edit out what isn’t necessary.  The one thing they did mention though was that if I had felt any resentment to my siblings or my family after this whole incident.  They were wondering if these events and others had caused me to take the whole thing to heart.  My piece wasn’t about that at first, but after reading it through I realized that I do have a little bit of resentment towards them.  It might be that I’ve never felt appreciated or as good as my brother and sister.  The group really helped me discover deeper feelings that I have that I could possibly add into my paper.

Prompt: “Here is a scene…”

I could tell that my family was busy.  I could tell that they didn’t want to be bothered right now.  It wasn’t a good time for them.  But when would it be a good time?  It always seems to be inconvenient for them.  If only I could stop the clock, just to spend five minutes with them.  I sit here and wonder if they even care about what I did or what I do.  Did they even notice?  Have they ever taken the time out to notice me?  Maybe I am just suffering from middle child syndrome, but I really don’t feel noticed.  Maybe if I was the highest scoring striker on the soccer team they would notice me.  Or maybe if I had a great internship and a degree from Hofstra University they would notice me.  Maybe if I was taller, thinner, smarter, funnier, prettier…they would notice me.  If only they weren’t so wrapped up in their own lives, maybe they would notice that although I might not be a soccer star or a college grad I am a person who deserves some attention just like everyone else.