blog #6

"Twins? that much be so much fun!"
http://narrative.ly/twins/confessions-of-an-unhappy-young-mom/

Confessions of a Young Unhappy Mom

This profile is about a young mom who, after wanting children for so long, is now finding herself in depression and anxiety over having two twins. Her life changed drastically but not for the better as she assumed it would be. No, it actually got much worse as her days went on just her and the twins home alone. With her husband at work, she found herself in a panic every so often not knowing what to do or how to act with her alone with the twins. She started to begin to think that all her life was was just her taking care of the twins. What i found interesting was that she actually decided to go to the grocery store with the twins one day. After reading about how nervous she was to bring them out, i was very surprised to see that she actually did one day. I dont think that this is abnormal though, i think that this is what more parents go through when that have children. in my opinion, the journalist chose to write about this persons life because many people can relate to it. A lot of people dont expect or aren't ready after there first child, or in this case, children.

"The hassle of packing up two babies and all of their necessary things seems overwhelming, not to mention the stress of trying not to attract too much attention from fellow shoppers."

• This sentence to me, describes perfectly, the struggles that she was dealing with in her new life. In my opinion, this is the theme to the whole experience because it says everything that she is scared of in one sentence. What i found interesting was that after saying that she would never do this or it was too much work, she actually built up the courage and faced her fears and took her twins to the store

"I couldnlt wait for this new phase in my life - I was happily married, turning thirty, and about to leave my part-time job training volunteers at a local hospital to stay at home with these two babies I had wanted very much."

• This is a perfect example of how her life took a turn for the worst, in the beginning she couldn't be more thrilled. in my opinion she wasn't thinking of all the responsibilities it takes to raise children. She was just so excited that she could actually have them she didn't stop and think of how her world was going to change. So when it did begin to change she was blind sighted almost.

This profile will definitely be good for young mothers to read about, this way they know they are not alone in the struggle to parenthood. Sometimes you just need that in life, you just want to know your not alone in this bug huge world. I would definitely say this is more modern the whole situation just has a modern touch to it. 

Blog assignment #5: A Memorable Interview

I was thinking of interviewing my father, years ago like before I was even born my dad got into a really big racing accident. My dads a nascar racer, so he was always at the track and even built his own race cars. He's told me the story of his accident a million times but this gives me and opportunity to get more details of it like where his love for racing all began and I also get to share this story with my classmates. My first question would probably go all the way back to the root of it all asking how old he was when he got his drivers license. Another one I'm curious about is what was going through his mind when he realized the car was going out of control. And I want to ask also did it take you Long to get back on the track and racing again. My dads a very private to himself man to hopefully this will let me see a different side to him, maybe a more emotional side. He is the owner of his auto body shop, and builds cars fixes them, he does everything and anything that has to do with cars. He's been driving since he was 11, illegally of course. He's known the car business since he was just a little boy so its only natural that he take on his fathers. I've always heard stories about everyone reacting to that day of my dads accident but since I wasn't there I feel like I'll never really be able to understand. I want to know more, its crazy to think someone so close to you went through something so crazy before you were even on this earth.

How old were you when you got your drivers license?

What was going through your mind as you felt the car get out of control?

Did it take you long before you got back on the track to race again?

How old were you when you first starting racing?

"Into Thin Air"

I chose the memoir "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krauker to respond too. One line that stood out to me when reading this memoir was in the very beginning his opening line he describes the struggle it was to just wake up in the morning and take a breathe and he calls the air meager. What really drew me in was the curiosity I had wondering what the title was about. Into thin air for me could have been a million different things. The thing that struck me the most was the second ti last page when Hals having a moment on the phone with his wife. The author makes it known that this will be the last phone call he ever has with his wife without being terribly dramatic and depressing the reader. It was also kind of like a twist, because the whole time he's talking about their journey and the struggles their going through, you don't expect it to have such a personal ending. The reason it was so popular with the readers I think was because it kept you on your feet the entire story, it wasn't very predictable.

This story is about 8 mountain climbers that were killed and 7 others that were left stranded. Krauker started this expedition with purely professional intentions. However once he got to the mountain his childhood reminded him of a desire he always wanted to fulfill. He had to train for a year before her was able to climb the mountain.  Krauker never expected to experience it the way he did. This journey begins in the beginning of May. A lot of the people taking part in this were having difficulty adapting to altitude, getting tired very easily, losing a lot of weight, and began to move slower and slower as the days went on. Despite all these obstacle the first death in the book doesn't occur till the very end. But once that first one occurs, it s not long before it begins to happen to almost all the climbers. For krauker he just misses the storm as he approaches camp number four. However he's more ahead then all the other men but is unclear of what has yet to come. Hall and Hansen become stranded. Hansen ends up running out of oxygen and is unable to keep going through the storm. Then another group gets lost but get assisted back to safety except for two of their men. Later we find out they died. Soon Hansen ends up dieing. An assistant actually dies on the way up to rescue Hal and Hansen. I feel like Krauker wrote this book because he had more to tell the world then just the article he wrote for the magazine. He feels someone should tell the story of these brave young men.

A sight for soar eyes

Two rows of characters all dressed in outrageous outfits stood few feet from me, they were so interesting. The different colors of fabric entertained my eyes, the shapes and sizes of all them was creating a magnetic pull, I couldn't look away. The first person on the line was a man holding a sword. At first I wasn't sure what he was going to do with it than with a wicked a smile he lifted the sword gently gliding through the air and hung it over his mouth before slowly inserting in his mouth. At first there was no reaction, I mean of course there's going to be a sword swallower, isn't there one at every single circus/freak show. But the deeper the sword got the deeper my thoughts were, how exactly has this sword not cut his insides into little shredded pieces like a piece of paper after it went straight through the paper shredder. He started to walk around showing people there was no secret trick. 

As he passed me by my eyes began to wonder onto another character in the distance,he stood with a very mischievous face on. His hand was raised to right under his chin almost as if was holding his head up. He wore black suede shoes, that looked as if they were shined just minutes before presenting himself to the crowd. With black pants underneath on top was a gold satin shirt draped down to his knees. On his head he wore a black cap that looked like it had paper stuffed in it, with a long bunch of feathers coming out of the front of it all held by a birch. My eyes didn't know who to look at, each one of them seemed so interesting. At first glance they all look like freaks, each one more of a freak than the last. The most freak of them all though, the one  who stood out the most to me....the mannequin woman. 

There stood before my eyes a very sweet looking woman, she wore a black cloche hat on her head with black little curls coming out the bottom that went right up to the bottom of her earlobe. Her body looked as if it was made to pin clothes on it. She had no arms and a stand with three prongs holding it up for legs. As i gazed at her up and down millions of questions ran through my mind, Where did her limbs go? Was that her body or was her head the only real thing to her? How did this happen? She was gently moving her head and smiling as the people kept surrounding her in awe, it was like she had been doing this her whole life. Heck, for all i knew she could of been doing this her whole life, just standing around getting pictures taken of you all day. 

Could she be happy with that? Or did she want more to life. What if behind that nice whitely bleached smile she was really unhappy and just wanted to be normal so badly. Then again I could say the same thing for everyone else in that show. Could the real act they were putting on be their own happiness? I began walking in through the drapes to the huge tent that was in bright red, yellow, and blue colors and looked for where my seat was. The first thing I thought of was what was that awful smell! It was terrible, it smelt like elephant poop but I couldn't see any on the floor where I was standing. The lights began to slowly dim signaling everyone to find our seats, so I quickly scurried to the tightly packed rows of seats and looked for my seat number. Row d seat 22, found it! I gently lowered myself and began to watch as the ringmaster took the attention of the whole tent. 

Blog assignment#2

I sat at the table eating breakfast before a long day of school awaited me. I was still trying to get used to my father not being around. It was just me and mom now, but after dropping the bomb of our christmas tree on me it felt like I was completely alone in that moment. "When do you want me to tell daddy we're going to get the tree" I said. She answered with saying "I don't think I want to get a real christmas tree this year." To her it was a stupid tree you just put up and take right down after christmas. To me however it was my family symbol. Getting that real tree meant things would go back to the way it was before when I was little. Me and my dad would always go get it together at our favorite christmas store following it up wit a slice of pizza for a dinner. The next night or two we  would go up in the attic and get the things we needed to stand up the tree one by one. 

I got inspired to write this by hearing all the other vignettes by my fellow classmates and wanted to a piece of my childhood into this assignment. In this piece I talk about all the holiday traditions me and my father had together. I dont know much about writers, this is my first any type of writing class so this is all new to me. Hopefully thats something this class will teach me as the semester goes on. Im going to try to get more into detail instead of just cutting everything short. I haven't written many stories before unless I had to do one in high school but I probably didn't put much effort in it because I wasn't completely sure on what I was doing. This was a whole new ball game, writing an academic essay is a lot of explaining. This was more of getting into detail step by step how I felt, how everyone else felt, etc. Writing this vignette taught me that you never want to hit to close to home because then the reader will become upset. I wrote and did all my corrections on my mac book. 

welcome to my blog

Welcome to my blog, My name is Mariella Raso and I am a theater major, the reason I took a creative nonfiction writing class was so I could see the story from both sides. Not only the acting part but the directors part too. What exactly they need to write a play and the fundamentals they use. Its good to see it from both sides.