the little narrative that could...maybe

The Little Narrative That Could...Maybe

Setting: Literacy Narrative

Time: October through November of 2012

Character: Myself

Monologue

It began with a few simple ideas. I planned on writing my narrative like every teacher in high school expected us to write our essays. Very informative, simple, and boring. That’s not how I wanted to write it, but that’s how they asked us to, and it was easier than thinking of something big and creative. I was kind of taken aback by being asked to write outside my comfort zone. After writing the same way time after time, writing in a different style was, well lack of a better word, different. After I went through like 5 different topics, it was time for me to start writing. I decided for the first draft I would stay in my comfort zone just because coming up with a creative introduction was too frustrating. I was worried that I would sound stupid. I wanted to sound witty and unique but it was just not working. After another class, I read some examples of pieces that were written differently. I sat behind my laptop a few days later trying to write like those authors did and it really took a lot of work to get it to be alright.  I decided to turn it in as is and hope that it was creative and different. I still don’t know how I did but I certainly hope it was enough to be considered out of the box. My literacy narrative speaks from my feelings and genuine thoughts and I feel like that should be enough. But the fact that I don’t know if it was enough still makes me worry. Overall, this assigned had me puzzled. It made me question what I’ve been taught after all this time, and I’m still not sure what the right way to write is.

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