This blog post will take my short story from blog post #5 and take a look at how it may have ended differently. It will show how my emotions would have been different, how the choices I made would be different and how the emotions of the people around me may have been different. We were assigned these two readings: Rewinding & Rewriting: The Alternate Universes in Our Heads (NPR Hidden Brain Episode), Two Views of the River (Mark Twain) and these two videos for this assignment: Kramer vs. Kramer: Action Scene (Shows/Deepens the Conflict), Kramer vs. Kramer: End-Resolution Scene We all think about our life and the choices that happen, the thoughts of why did I do this, and how would my life be different if this had happened instead. We all picture our own ‘perfect’ versions of life, but life is not perfect, in fact it is nowhere near perfect, we all deal with things we do not want to and we see how our mistakes affect the people around us. If I was to change the way that my Blog 5 post took place, I would have the story have a more happy ending.
I would have tried to convince my Granny to let Benji live a little longer to see if he got any better, or at least have him go naturally. The thought of him going through the pain, both mental and physical still hurts me. I could have also used more dialogue in my blog post to give the readers a sense of the conversations that took place, it was hard to remember what was actually said, I was more shaken up with the fact that he was going to die more than I was paying attention to what the people around me had said, and what was discussed. I could have displayed my story in a different way, I chose to open with a vague description because I felt that it was the best way to draw the readers in to my story and make them think of personal losses that they have dealt with instead of force my loss upon them.
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This blog post focuses on an emotional scene in my life. This will be used as almost a practice run for my narrative. This will take a look at how I present my scenes and feedback from anyone who comments will give me suggestions on how to better depict and describe what is going on. In Hills Like White Elephants Hemingway never tells the reader what the operation is, just as I never said how they were putting the dog down, as well as how I opened the story with a vague scene that leaves it open to the readers interpretation. Tears
… they drip cold down my face, blurring my vision, and leaving me in a blubbering mess. My nose runs as I try to make out the lifeless body beneath me. The one that once contained so much life, and happiness, bringing everyone so much joy. It is the second week in June, I have been in Ireland now for almost a week. My Granny’s dog, Benji, has not been doing well since I had got there, and he had been deteriorating rapidly in the past week. On Tuesday of that week we had taken him to the vet, there they did a biopsy. The results came back that Thursday. By that time we realized that he could no longer walk. My Granny went to the Nursing Home and brought my Granda home for the weekend to see Benji for the last time. I woke up Friday morning, to see that he was walking with a slight limp, while it was not back to normal he was making progress. It gave us hope, a false hope, because by noon he again was unable to walk. We had one or two visitors that day, compared to the usual of about 10 or so it was considerably empty. Saturday was very similar to Friday, with a hopeful morning, but by noon he had stopped walking again. My friends in the neighborhood stopped by that day to see how we were doing and provided some comedic relief as well as comfort. It was nice that they came by. Around 4 my Granny took my Granda back to the Nursing Home, I stayed behind to make sure that everything was OK with Benji. When my Granny got back we talked about what was happening and what we were going to do. Since Monday was a bank holiday and most people were off from work we decided to pray and hope that he somehow miraculously got better overnight, if not we would have the vet come down and put him out of his misery on Monday morning. Sunday was not better than Saturday. When we got up Benji had not moved and could not get up and walk. We called the vet around noon and arranged the entire operation. We called one of our neighbors Paddy and asked if he would come down on Monday to help send him off properly, he said he would. Paddy was always so good to my Granny, especially since her children no longer live in Ireland. The night before we stayed up until 1 in the morning, just laying there on the floor next to him. I started to cry and I don't think I ever really stopped until after I was back in the states. We both hugged and kissed him, gave him treats, made sure that he was comfortable, and finally after prolonging it for as long as we could said our final goodbyes and goodnight. I really wish that I had slept right there next to him. My biggest regret is not going back out there and just talking with him until I fell asleep. Monday morning finally came. I woke up and it was 11 am. “Oh no i thought, it's too late.” I got up and threw on the first thing I found and rushed into the kitchen. I looked down and I felt them, Tears |
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