We did the autobiographical narrative in the beginning of the year it was our first writing piece, it was to show our writing strength in writing. I chose to write about about how my grandfathers death brought my whole family closer (cousins,uncle,aunts, grandparents etc). Before we started our autobiographical narrative we did a worksheet about our traditions in our family for example our religion or holidays we celebrate, how we dress etc. We had a packet for one week. Then we had our first rough drafts. After we had our second or third rough draft my teacher had the chance to check our autobiographical narrative and give us feed back on what we needed or what we should take off. I feel that this semester I have been growing as a writer. Im starting to use more metaphors and similes now.
In this writing piece I am most proud of the last paragraph because I really like the conclusion I put and I like that I put "I tried to look for the positive" because when someone dies your just thinking that your'e going to miss them but not always. What I would change is adding metaphors and similes because it makes every story more interesting and you can imagine the story in your head. I think I would like to try to more details and try to become a better writer by adding those things.
Mariana Maytorena
9th Grade Humanities
Ms. Shirk
October 1, 2012
Death bringing us closer
I could not believe it. I thought I was on a t.v. show where people got pranked, could it be true? It was just too fast. Was my dad telling the truth or was he lying? I never thought that someones death would bring us closer as a family.
My last memory of my grandpa was watching him suffer. Always lying in the bed. He could not move a muscle because he was too weak. I could barely understand him. Even though my grandpa was sick he always had a way to cheer us up and to make everyone laugh. He was one of those calm people that did not try to make us laugh but he just said the randomest things. It brought a smile to everyones faces.
The entire two hours of the plane ride, my father was crying, crying uncontrollably. You just saw his eyes and it looked like a puddle of water on the bottom of his eyes and one by one a drop of water fell down his face. My dad was trying to wipe his tears away so people would not notice. Seeing my fathers heartbreak made me realize this was all for real: this was life. My family was getting ready to go to the funeral. My mom told me we could not go because we would not be able to handle it. My parents were dropping me and my sister off at my grandma’s house.
I took a nap about three hours before my parents picked me up for the family reunion. We got to my grandpas house and we ate some delicious ceviche, spaghetti and some chicken covered with cereal, the food made me feel much better. I got see my entire family. We all went to the family room so that we can share our memories of our grandpa. My dad stood up in front of everyone and started talking about how my grandpa was always calm but still made everyone laugh and feel special. He eventually started choking over his words as tears took over him. I could not hold it anymore either. I started crying as well. As I was pouring my eyes out, my mom took me to another room to calm me down. I finally stopped crying and went outside. Everyone was still sad but my sister and I started dancing and singing and we pulled some of our cousins to dance with us it was like High School Musical all over again.
While we were laughing, reminding each other of all the funny memories we had with our grandpa. I realized that my grandfather’s death brought us all together. This experience was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me, but I tried to look for the positive I was able to see all my cousins. Now I see them twice a year, and every Christmas we try to see each other and we still talk about my grandpa. On July 11, 2007 was when my grandpa died, 5 years already passed. And every year my family has been closer.
In this writing piece I am most proud of the last paragraph because I really like the conclusion I put and I like that I put "I tried to look for the positive" because when someone dies your just thinking that your'e going to miss them but not always. What I would change is adding metaphors and similes because it makes every story more interesting and you can imagine the story in your head. I think I would like to try to more details and try to become a better writer by adding those things.
Mariana Maytorena
9th Grade Humanities
Ms. Shirk
October 1, 2012
Death bringing us closer
I could not believe it. I thought I was on a t.v. show where people got pranked, could it be true? It was just too fast. Was my dad telling the truth or was he lying? I never thought that someones death would bring us closer as a family.
My last memory of my grandpa was watching him suffer. Always lying in the bed. He could not move a muscle because he was too weak. I could barely understand him. Even though my grandpa was sick he always had a way to cheer us up and to make everyone laugh. He was one of those calm people that did not try to make us laugh but he just said the randomest things. It brought a smile to everyones faces.
The entire two hours of the plane ride, my father was crying, crying uncontrollably. You just saw his eyes and it looked like a puddle of water on the bottom of his eyes and one by one a drop of water fell down his face. My dad was trying to wipe his tears away so people would not notice. Seeing my fathers heartbreak made me realize this was all for real: this was life. My family was getting ready to go to the funeral. My mom told me we could not go because we would not be able to handle it. My parents were dropping me and my sister off at my grandma’s house.
I took a nap about three hours before my parents picked me up for the family reunion. We got to my grandpas house and we ate some delicious ceviche, spaghetti and some chicken covered with cereal, the food made me feel much better. I got see my entire family. We all went to the family room so that we can share our memories of our grandpa. My dad stood up in front of everyone and started talking about how my grandpa was always calm but still made everyone laugh and feel special. He eventually started choking over his words as tears took over him. I could not hold it anymore either. I started crying as well. As I was pouring my eyes out, my mom took me to another room to calm me down. I finally stopped crying and went outside. Everyone was still sad but my sister and I started dancing and singing and we pulled some of our cousins to dance with us it was like High School Musical all over again.
While we were laughing, reminding each other of all the funny memories we had with our grandpa. I realized that my grandfather’s death brought us all together. This experience was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me, but I tried to look for the positive I was able to see all my cousins. Now I see them twice a year, and every Christmas we try to see each other and we still talk about my grandpa. On July 11, 2007 was when my grandpa died, 5 years already passed. And every year my family has been closer.