Obliviously, I took this course as an accident. Most likely because of the cancelation of my previous signed up classes. I needed a fourth class, and it has to be an elective. So, that's how I stumbled with this course. I never had a writing class before, at least a creative writing class. It's either a literally course, basic ENG 101 courses, or back in my high school's journalism/yearbook. This is different class is completely different from all those classes. I have written research papers, literary responses, poetry but not even once I wrote "creative non-fiction." It takes me out of the bubble, and actually write it however I want but with connected to a particular theme. So, in a way, it's basically writing outside the box. Not typical research paper but every day life, a story wise. I enjoyed that better than those other English classes. But I guess you really have to learn the basics with language, grammar and syntax first before you get into any journalism/writing type of field.
I think all the readings for this course are all fairly interesting. But we really didn't have enough time to analyze or to read all them since it's only a semester thing. To name a few, Angela's Ashes, Joe Gould's Secret, In Cold Blood, Me Talk Pretty One Day and Prodigies. Somehow, I can relate.
"Standing amongst a sea of faceless
strangers, eyeing train 281’s status on the arrival board, waiting patiently for
the big red ‘BOARDING’ next to it. I exhaled deeply, took a sip of my ice
coffee, put my backpack down next to my duffle, and slowly lean against the
staircase railing on the center of the spacious station – I close my eyes,
reminiscing how I met her, my princesa,
I’m eager to see her.
A
week ago, I attended a college diversity weekend and of course, just like any
other non-New York City-like place, it was very relaxing, slow pace, small town
right outside of Boston, surrounded by Victorian brick houses – renovated like
modern houses, a large pond connected to a river down the stream, countless trees
and the leaves of fall – purple, red, orange, yellow – descends as chilly
autumn breeze kisses my tan skin. It was a sunset late afternoon as I approach Mark’s House, clubhouse where meetings
are held. Ding-dong, the bell rang, a
cheerful young woman, with bleach blond hair welcomes me inside. My eyes
scanned across the room, various students from different ethnicities, shapes,
color and sizes are all packed together, jammed at the center of the
clubhouse’s lounge. I took a seat, beside an acquaintance, rubbing off numbness
of my frozen hands, stands before me, lady wearing a fitted white long-sleeve,
blue jeans, caramel-skinned, brown hair tied in a bun, her Coca-Cola bottle shaped like figure. I thought to myself, I’d
tapped that." -- Place Assignment Original Piece by Kim Bartolome
I think this piece was an okay piece, not because it was a confusing love story, but because how it was written. Time warp reminiscing, then description of places and people that relevant to the story. I am not so sure if I want something published at the moment, especially I think I really didn't do such a good job on it. But other than that, perhaps someday I would shoot Prof. Dragan an email if I change my mind.
