This take on the story In to the world really let you imagine what it felt to be a victim of such a tragedy. It shows that even though some people go through some tragedy, it'll all end up okay. Communities band together to help each other. Audience is everyone in a community and going through tough stuff, don't be afraid to help out and it will always get better, you will recover. Providing the videos of the victims of the tornado showed that they struggled, and that they're all good now. It made me really emotional, i know many people who really struggled in such tragedies, and i know several people who have never made it out and really opens your eyes and shows you how people suffer. The form of a video really opened your eyes and showed you what it's really like to go through that kind of stuff.
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AJR breaks down their new album Neotheater
AJR sits with Zach Sang and the gang talking about their new album Neotheater. They go song by song and go through the writing process they had for each song and how special the song means to them. Intended Audience was Zach Sang/AJR Fans, the purpose was to just give a little insight on how they come up with their songs and what each songs means to them emotionally, how it connects to them. Writing comes from the heart seems to be a message. They spoke a lot about their past and what their future could be. As an AJR Fan it made me understand how they come up with their great songs and that anyone can write from the heart. Lots of Pathos, Logos, and Kairos was involved. Writing about something that hurt you really gets the emotions out of you. When I was writing my narrative I didn't want to write about something happy, cause usually people write about the best experiences of their life. I wanted to write about something that really has affected my life and made me the person I am. What better to write about the breakup? Throughout the writing I just wrote what came to mind, in chronological order: The best memories, the worst memories. Remembering all that happened really hurt, and definitely got me all emotional, but that’s what brings out the best writer in all of us. If you’re not writing something from the heart, are you really writing at all? That’s what I mainly thought of writing this narrative. I could’ve gone on and on and on but due the word constraint and wanting to have mercy on my fellow classmates from reading the worst parts of my relationships, I kept it simple. Now, if I were to be asked to write a book about the relationship, man would I have a story to tell. Really, it isn’t hard to write about something you’re passionate about. It brings the flow out of us and makes us phenomenal writers. I know this from experience, after tons of writing of stupid passages about short stories, my greatest work came from stuff I actually enjoy writing. All you have to do is write what you think is right. I could’ve sincerely written something stupid and funny cause I have tons of stories, but I think this story could have really brought the writer out in me, and it is probably the most proud paper I’ve written, especially since it gave me a sense of relief that things were finally getting better. It always ends up being better. Three questions of my personal Narrative:
Was the format okay? Somewhat of a letter to one person to another? What should I do about the conclusion paragraph? felt it was a bit awkward and just out of place? Is the topic okay to talk about for a personal narrative? I'm an emotional guy, even watching any sort of tv show or movie will hit my touchy feelings. Seeing anything hurt or anyone saved really gets me feeling emotional. We all go through those feelings, whether it be sadness, anger, frustration, or heartbreak. It's a normal part of our lives that shape us to be who we are.
Thats why I think Im willing to talk about the thing that has definitely affected my life the most in my 18 years of life. Heartbreak, is never fun. The sound. having someone to talk to everyday, just being able to hear their soothing voice after a long day, the voice in which brings you to your happy place, soon being reduced each and everyday, slowly and slowly dying down, to the sad sound of silence as you're left wondering, how did this happen? The feeling of just looking at them, remembering the reason you fell in love with them, their curly hair, their brown eyes, they're white smile, the sights of them on your lock screen, only for it to eventually go black, reduced to nothing but broken memories. You remember how it felt to wrap your arms around them. How your hands fit perfectly into their hands, you remember the first time you held their hand and how clammy it felt, cause you were both awkward teens tackling this new relationship together, never having done it before. Wrapping your arms around them as your head rests on her shoulders. Her hair was always all over the place so you get bombarded with hair going in every direction, even to the point where it accidentally pokes your eye. *Poof* It's gone. There's no one there and your hand is starting to cool down, having you wonder why did this happen? You're spending time together, you went to the park. You're in your parents car, cause you don't have your license yet. You're sitting together during lunch. You're sitting in the back of her mothers car on the drive back from a concert. Her hand grabs your hand and her heads rests on your shoulder. You can smell her perfume, a scent you'd be able to recognize from anywhere and was there when you first got together, every-time you're with her you smell it, making it the best scent in the world. So good it even tops the smell of mother's cooking. It dies down, leaving nothing but the smell of failure and regret. Wondering what just happened? You recount the countless meals you had together, the taste of the leftover York peppermint patties you got for her because of her birthday, and you knew it was her favorite candies. You remember the taste of eating Italian food right before you're homecoming dance with her, you clumsily drop a little bit of a sauce on her dress, which you both laughed off anyways. Where did the time go? It's gone, you go through a string of emotions, the 5 stages of grief, but in the end nothing can fix it. It changes you, shapes you into the mature being you have become today. It's okay, because everyone's happy. You aren't alone. Your friends are there, you remember hearing the sounds of laughter with them, watching stupid movies you make fun of to each-other. The smell of freshly baked cupcakes and pie you make with them. Eating the ice-cream the bought for you. You forget about the times you've come crying to them in their arms remembering how cruel the world is for this to happen. It's getting better, you're getting better. Even though they will always have a small place for that S/O in your heart. It get's better. I promise. The writer of "The Storm, In Fragments" is a tuscaloosian giving his vivid memories of a tornado that seemed very familiar to the one he experienced in his younger days and gives a good insight on what it's like to experience it with deep emotions. The authors message seems to be that no matter the damage in the catastrophe of the present and not only that the past, all will prevail, and life will go on. It's definitely to give hope to those and to acknowledge that there are people suffering through disaster and that everything will surely improve in the future. The Audience are those going through disaster and times in their life, where they can't move on. He states, We will prevail, talking not only about those struck by the tornado, but by mankind itself getting through its challenges and hardships. The author uses a-lot of pathos to really put out emotion, he gets you to feel bad for all those who has it worse than he did with his wife and cats, gets you feeling really bad for all those. He cries himself for them, for not only himself, but for those who have been affected more, really causing you to think and feel awful for all those who have gone through such tragedies, whether it be Tornados, to Hurricanes, Earthquakes, or even fires. Everyone goes through them, and the matter is we will get through it with the help of each-other.
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