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hey. i'm jenn. i love my friends, and music. i can be random at times, and sometimes i can be quiet. i tend to think a lot too, which leads to bad situations.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

5th narrative


It was a cold day in September, and no one was home. The house seemed to sway with the chilly wind going back and forth. The leaves on the dirt played tag with each other as the wind blew. I laid down on the wooden porch awaiting for the arrival of my family. It felt like hours until I suddenly saw a small red dot, slowly coming closer, they were home! I stood up and my tail began to wag vigorously. I jumped with excitement as Dave opened the driver side door. I panted with glee as I saw Sally hop out of the back and slowly close her door. Then I noticed, they were not their usual selves. They all had melancholy looks upon their faces. I did not understand. Sally walked toward me, step by step, inch by inch; it seemed like she was crawling. Then she touched my floppy ear and just kept her small hand there. I was so confused.
Dave came up to me, muttered some incoherent words and then Sally stormed inside with water trickling down her face, like she was leaking. My head snapped to Dave as if to ask him if she’d be alright. He wouldn’t look at me at all. I was utterly confused. I turned to look at Molly, she was standing up near the car, her car door not yet shut. What was happening? Were we going somewhere?
Sally came out the door, shuffling her feet towards the car. Her head never lifted up toward her parents, she just opened there car door and sat in her seat. I didn’t like seeing her this way, I wish I could do something, but I was chained up. Suddenly, Dave unhooked me, and held my collar. He led me to the car and coerced me into the seat beside Sally. Sally began to cry when I stared at her. I didn’t know why.
The car ride was extremely long. I pondered the possible places where we were going to arrive at. Sally’s grandparents? The park? Why would she be crying then? I tried to think about all the reasons on why she was crying. I ended up falling asleep on her arm. Dave eased the car to a stop. I shot my head up expediently. I looked outside and all I could see was railroad tracks, I didn’t know where we were. I shook my whole body as if to stretch everything out from my nice little nap. Sally finally went to sleep, sideways in her pink car seat. Molly and Dave began to talk back and forth in hush voices. Dave threw his arms around violently, and got out. He opened the door and pulled me out, he shut the door in a mean way, the only reason he didn’t slam it was because he didn’t want to disturb Sally’s slumber. All he did was took me out of the car, and looked at me. He then turned and went in his car with the family. I whimpered a little as I watched him pull away. I watched there red car become a small red dot in the distance.

last Critique...


Loki’s Kitten is a poster shot by the photographer, Rachel Hale. Her image is Art Print.
This image’s content has to do with unique friendship between a dog and a kitten. Since the field is simple, the foreground is the focal point, making it being the kitten resting on the dog’s head. The aesthetic picture shows a myriad of shades for the black dog. Both of the animal’s shapes are very emphasized on. Both animals look like they have the texture quality of real animals. The kitten’s paw is in juxtaposition with the dog’s ear.
Loki’s Kitten is a poster shot by the photographer, Rachel Hale. Her image is Art Print.
This image’s content has to do with unique friendship between a dog and a kitten. Since the field is simple, the foreground is the focal point, making it being the kitten resting on the dog’s head. The aesthetic picture shows a myriad of shades for the black dog. Both of the animal’s shapes are very emphasized on. Both animals look like they have the texture quality of real animals. The kitten’s paw is in juxtaposition with the dog’s ear.

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

narrative four - curiousity

I woke up around seven in the morning, from tossing and turning throughout the night. I have a terrible back problem that the doctor prescribed me with medicine to allay the pain. To say the least, it doesn’t help as much as I want it to. I suppose getting up would be the best thing to do at the moment.
I arise from my bed side and take my time getting dressed for work. The smell of the banana nut bread that my wife has prepared made its way toward my nose. I gradually put my work shirt on making sure that my knuckles are strenuously sore. I have arthritis in my knuckles, and it is my ultimate downfall. They are constantly hurting me and stop me from doing things that I love. I, individually, put my socks and shoes upon my feet and I brush my teeth furiously. I kiss my wife good-bye and I drive to work.
The one thing on my mind is my back pain. It is horrible to deal with. As I stopped at a stop sign, I noticed two tan dogs watching my black Sudan. I’ve seen these two dogs everywhere I’ve looked. It’s amazing, everywhere I look, that particular couple of dogs. Never have I seen them apart or eat anything. When I peeked my head out of my car window, they stopped watching me and just lollygagged around the far corner of the intersection. So I just decided to shrug it off and set out towards work. I parked my car and jogged to the little box I called the “Tourist Information Center on the Side,” because it’s on the side of the street and doesn’t move. I stay there for a couple of hours and then head off for lunch and then come back for three more hours. It’s a nice and easy job.
The first half of my job was very slow, which is alright I guess. Drew, the person who takes the next shift so that I can get lunch, comes to relieve me for a few hours. It just came to me that I was in truth famished. I go to the nearest restaurant and eat my meal in silence. It was delicious. I call my wife on the way back to tell her about my day so far. It’s a daily basis we have; call each other on our lunch break and have a chat. Consequently, our lunch breaks collide, which denotes the fact that we can talk for a couple of hours.
As I walk back to the “booth” I notice Drew walking towards me. The thing is, we can leave our booth for only five minutes unattended. He tells me that there are two golden retrievers outside our venue. I quickly looked toward our stand and there they were. A darker dog appeared to be the male, at the same time as the lighter one appeared the female. I don’t understand why they were following me everywhere I went. Maybe it was a sign. I mean when I’m thinking about why they are following me, my mind is not on my arthritis or my back. So I decided that I would let them follow me, and I would feed them whenever I could, because I thought they were hungry dogs. We stared at each other for a few moments; the dogs and I, and decided something. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head a little, and walked away from the booth, consciously hoping that they would follow. I walked to the Ice cream stand and bought two ice cream cones; I gave them an ice cream each.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

excerpts about friendship

"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him. "
a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson called 'Glory of Friendship'

"Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent."
- William Shakespeare
much ado about nothing (act 2 scene 1)

“A friend is a gift. Whether those words have ever rolled off your tongue or drifted through your head in a quiet moment of deep reflection, the truth is undeniable. Friendship is a gift of enormous value. Providing intimacy, rapport, trust, and affection.”
“A Friend is A Gift” by Joanne Davis

“As children approach adolescence, friends and fitting in often become very important. Young teens increasingly look to friends and the media for clues on how to behave, and they begin to question adults' values and rules.”
a person [Samhsa] on the topic of making friends in middle school.