Stockton Writing Class #3A, September 17, 2018

The road to hell is paved with ‘works in progress.’ – Phillip Roth

APTOPIX Tropical Weather North Carolina

BEFORE YOU COME TO CLASS:

Have completed your narrative. I KNOW  I DID NOT SPECIFY LAST CLASS, but if you read this, please PRINT a copy of FORMAL ESSAY #1: NARRATIVE for class today. 

 

CLASS AGENDA: 

  1. Finish learning traits activity (3:30pm class only)
  2. Double check paper hand-in protocol
  3. Costal’s Keys to Writing #2 & #3

 

IN-CLASS RESOURCES

Costal’s 5 Keys to Writing: 

  1. SHOW don’t TELL
  2. Good writing = Strong Verbs
  3. Writing IS Rewriting
  4. XXX
  5. XXX

Shooting An Elephant by George Orwell:  When I pulled the trigger I did not hear the bang or feel the kick–one never does when a shot goes home–but I heard the devilish roar of glee that went up from the crowd. In that instant, in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there, a mysterious, terrible change had come over the elephant. He neither stirred nor fell, but every line of his body had altered. He looked suddenly stricken, shrunken, immensely old, as though the frightful impact of the bullet had paralyzed him without knocking him down. At last, after what seemed a long time–it might have been five seconds, I dare say–he sagged flabbily to his knees. His mouth slobbered. An enormous senility seemed to have settled upon him. One could have imagined him thousands of years old. I fired again into the same spot. At the second shot he did not collapse but climbed with desperate slowness to his feet and stood weakly upright, with legs sagging and head drooping. I fired a third time. That was the shot that did for him. You could see the agony of it jolt his whole body and knock the last remnant of strength from his legs. But in falling he seemed for a moment to rise, for as his hind legs collapsed beneath him he seemed to tower upward like a huge rock toppling, his trunk reaching skyward like a tree. He trumpeted, for the first and only time. And then down he came, his belly towards me, with a crash that seemed to shake the ground even

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where I lay.

NPR piece.

 

 

 

ASSIGNMENTS

  1. Revise FE #1. If you make changes, save and change title to FE#1.2. Do not forget to share with me.

2. Read the exemplary narratives (hand out).

 

 

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