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I am from...

 

I am from the rolling waves of splashing trees, with only one goal of the American Dream.

I am from firm needles in the grass, and the aroma of sweet oak, and evergreens.

I am from times spent on the calm lake, and evenings by a tall fire.

I am from oatmeal mornings, pig roast evenings, and a barbeque in between.

I am from lifted trucks, big guns, and whipping poles.

I am from the mud that most fear to touch.

I am from the odor of diesel trucks, followed by an exhale of black smoke.

I am from prolonged dirt roads, flailing of American flags, and country tunes playing on every radio.

I am from a community where it is most fun to tag a rock with a can of paint, killing brain cells along the way.

I am from a town that consists of one elementary school, and one chapel.

I am from a diverse population of 432 trick or treat celebrators, rummaging through the beige and orange comforter of leaves covering the floor so you can’t see.

I am from a large family tree, with not much to find, but a doctor and a lawyer hidden in the lines.

I am from a strong family of four, with dogs in our lives, 7 almost since I’ve been alive.

I am from the capture of the moment, or the glimpse of an eye, whatever I do I will catch the action in disguise.

I am from going fast with any sport I choose, especially snowboarding while listening to my tunes.

I am from someone, and I do know who. She is owed a lot of gratitude, but now it is my responsibility to turn the chapter or two and create a new path that I would like to choose.

I am from the struggles that kids seem to find, some of which opened my divine mind.

I am from a village of close roots, with nothing to lose besides the time in our lives.

I am from the rolling waves of splashing tress, with one ultimate goal of achieving my personal dream.

9/23/16

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Audio Bio Reflection

 

When writing my audio bio I thought, what explains a lot about who I am as a person on an everyday basis. Yes, some days could be gloomier, or happier than others, but the days that are most alike, the days that are plain and simple. Caring for my family members, and truth are what my story possesses. To always tell the truth no matter how much it hurts, but in a subtle way. The pain while writing this piece was tough at times to hide, but was bearable. It is hard to lose family members and friends, to reflect on it hurt as well. No matter the sad memory, there are happy experiences that coexist, and these are what help us thrive as individuals, while making it easier to write about.

            While writing my audio bio I found that it was easier to approach it from two ways. First, I wrote a poem on where I was from. Allowing opening up to my memories in the past, and really analyzing which memories had the greatest impact on the shape of my role as a human being. I was able to even just pull smells from specific times, then opening up new paths to different recollections that I had stored. When writing this piece I wish I had used more senses, to make the listener/reader feel the senses and emotions that I had at those moments, giving the essay more of an impact on the reader instead of just being a story told.

            When reviewing my audio essay I focused more of my attention on how I presented my writing verbally. Throughout the rough drafts, I was focusing more of my time on the content of my piece. I believe this was partially a failure due to the fact that I took a lot of my attention away from how I verbally presented the writing. I went back and would revise my audio versions, but none of them seemed to be any different, continuing to struggle to get the words that I wanted out. I wish I was able to put more time into the sonic elements as well. Only containing one song is bland, and I believe I could put more time into the sound effects if my first version of the bio were to upload correctly. Moving forward to the refugee project I feel that having more time and a group will make a more fluent video come easier.

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