Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Autobiographical Narrative Example

Autobiographical Narrative
Definition: An autobiographical narrative tells the story of an experience that took place in the author’s life. It usually focuses on the details associate with the experience, but it also lets the author express his or her thoughts and feelings about what happened.

Using the following example as a model, write your own autobiographical narrative. Be sure to stay focused on one event/moment/day. The essay will be 600-700+ words, but no more than 800.  Type your essay and double-space or print it in black ink, skipping lines. Use a creative title. Use descriptive words and dialogue. Use the active voice. Rough draft due _______________________.

Writer’s Model

Introduction
Attention-grabbing opener
Hint at meaning
Background information; main character


Background information; main event
Description

BODY BEGINS
Event one (chronological order)

Dialogue





Description



Event two


Thoughts and feelings






Event three

Description; action details

Dialogue; thoughts and feelings

Event four





Conclusion
Meaning of experience; thoughts and feelings

Final thought
An Actor is Born
     I wish I could say that I was planning my debut on Broadway the next season – or even that the experience was mildly successful. But I can’t. I don’t even know how I became involved in the first place. I’ve always known all the techniques for avoiding attention. I’m never late for class. I always sit in the back row. I keep my head down at the right times. But last year my family got involved, and life hasn’t been the same since.
      The yearly drama production is always a big event around school. Last year, posters with strange objects that were supposed to be windmills, but looked more like clock hands run amok, went up everywhere. They decorated every available space and featured only two words: Don Quixote.
     Not long after these decorations appeared, my parents began one of those dinner table conversations about “Susan’s Shyness and What Can Be Done About It.”
     “Why don’t you sign up?” my father urged. “There are lots of things you can do offstage –lights, costumes, prompting. And it’ll be good for you. You’ll meet people and get out of yourself a little.”
     Silence from me.
     For some reason, this particular play really caught on at school. Maybe it was just the nuttiness—the strange, wonderful man who thought he was a knight and went off fighting windmills and showed People what it was like to have a dream. We has seen pictures of him in our world literature books, dressed up in his great-grandfather’s old, rusty armor. Anyway, my one true friend signed up and, in a moment of misguided fervor; so did I.
      After that, it was all a chain of circumstances. Halfway through rehearsal, the actress playing Teresa got sick. I was leaning to work the lights, enjoying my place in the half-darkness of the theater, when Mr. Jacobs called my name. I don’t know why he ever chose me as an understudy in the first place—probably because it was a minor role and he had to have somebody, after all. It certainly wasn’t my stage presence. Anyway, no one thought for a moment that Elizabeth wouldn’t be there. I don’t think she missed a day of school since kindergarten—until opening night, that is.
     Everything happened awfully fast that night. I was rushed into Elizabeth’s costume and pushed out onstage. It took a moment for me to adjust to the bright lights (the ones I was supposed to work). Then I saw John dressed up in that crazy armor, staring at me with a strained look on his face. “Oh,” I thought confusedly. “They’re all waiting for me to start. I’m supposed to say something.” But nothing came out. There in the glare of the spotlight, I stood onstage, absolutely alone and absolutely speechless.
     Later, they told me that I seemed to be saying my lines but that nobody could hear them. It didn’t get easier as the longest play in history went on. I remember stumbling onto the stage each time in a kind of merciful daze. I discovered that if I didn’t look at the audience, I could retrieve most of my lines from my dim memory. No one mentioned afterward that Teresa seemed fixated on the empty space above the stage.
     I didn’t suddenly blossom into Katharine Hepburn, but the world didn’t come to an end either. You still won’t find me leaping up to answer questions in class. But it was fun to go to the party with the rest of the cast, to laugh at some of the funny bloopers, and to feel good because everyone like the play so much. For once in my life, I’d been in the limelight a little. And it didn’t feel so bad, after all.

The following is another example, but please use the previous model as your guide.

On this morning in August when I was 13, my mother sent us out to pick tomatoes. Back in April I’d have killed for a fresh tomato, but in August they were no more rare or wonderful than rocks. So I picked one and threw it at a crab apple tree where it made a good splat, and then threw a tomato at my brother. He whipped one back at me. We ducked down by the vines, heaving tomatoes at each other. My sister, who was a good person, said, “you’re going to get it.” She bent over and kept on picking.

What a target! She was 17, a girl with big hips, and bending over, she looked like the side of a barn.

I picked up a tomato so big it sat on the ground. It looked like it had sat there a week. The underside was brown, small white worms lived in it, and it was very juicy. I stood up and took aim, and went into the windup, when my mother called my name in a sharp voice. I had to decide quickly. I decided.

A rotten Big Boy hitting the target is a memorable sound, like a fat man doing a belly-flop. With a whoop and a yell the tomatoee—came after me faster than I knew she could run, and grabbed my shirt and was about to brain me when Mother called her name in a sharp voice. And my sister, who was a good person, obeyed and let go—and burst into tears. I guess she knew that the pleasure of obedience is pretty thin compared with the pleasure of hearing a rotten tomato hit someone in the rear end.


~ From Lake Wobegon Days, Garrison Keillor, 1985

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Latino Youth Leadership Conference


LATINO YOUTH LEADERSHIP CONFERENCE

WHAT:16th Annual Latino Youth Leadership Conference, hosted by Georgia State University. This year’s theme is Lights, Camera, Action:  Your Personal Production for Higher Education.
WHO:Latino middle school and high school students from all over Georgia, plus parents, teachers, school staff and volunteers
WHEN:Saturday, November 7, 2015, 8 a.m. to 4 p.m.
WHERE: Georgia State University, 33 Gilmer Street SE, Atlanta, Ga. 30302
COST:FREE. Breakfast and lunch provided at no cost. REGISTRATION IS REQUIRED.

Registration

All students, teachers, school staff and mentor-guides interested in participating in the conference must register online beforehand. Parents do not need to register.
REGISTRATION FOR THE 2015 CONFERENCE IS NOW CLOSED.
StudentsFor students, there are two steps in the registration process.

Step 1: Register online at one of the two links below:

      * High School Students
      * Middle School Students

Step 2: Download, print and fill out the permission form (in English or Spanish) below:

Students coming with their school must turn the form in to their teachers. Students registering individually must bring the form with them on the day of the conference.

Teachers and School Staff

Volunteer Mentor-Guides


16th Annual Latino Youth Leadership Conference

For the past 16 years, we have been inspiring Latino students to pursue higher education and follow their dreams. Our annual Latino Youth Leadership Conference is an exciting day full of high energy, inspiration, motivational speakers, practical tips for college, workshops and a College and Career Fair for Latino middle school and high school students from all across Georgia. Parents, teachers, school staff and volunteers also participate in the conference. Now in its 16th year, the Latino Youth Leadership Conference attracts nearly 1,800 students, parents, teachers and volunteers. The conference’s objectives are to:
  • Motivate and inspire Latino students to finish high school and pursue college
  • Provide students with the tools and resources they need to access a college educationIMG_3483
  • Develop leadership skills
  • Promote career exploration

Keynote Speaker

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Roy Juarez is a motivational speaker who has reached more than 100,000 people with his personal message of hope, perseverance and the power of a higher education. Juarez serves as a role model for thousands of individuals through his work as an advocate for youth and higher education. His life experience inspires them to forgive, chase their dreams, and be the change they wish to see.
Born and raised on the south side of San Antonio, Texas, Juarez faced obstacles that could have turned him into a statistic. At the age of 14, Juarez dropped out of high school and became homeless. He carried with him only a duffle bag of personal items that he called home. Juarez moved from house to house to survive. Despite all that was working against him, he knew there was more to life, which is why he never lost sight of his dreams. Juarez fought the battle to leave the streets only to return to them after graduating from Hardin-Simmons University in Abilene, Texas.
Juarez recently completed his second national tour, the Impact Tour. His first tour, the Homeless by Choice Tour, was a huge success. He embarked on his second tour with the goal of inspiring more than 200,000 individuals.
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