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Discuss: Social Justice plans Here's a list of ideas that your peers have about places to apply your interests:

Share out "Six Word Memoirs"


 * Stephen King’s Snapshots from On Writing: **

As you read, annotate for strong imagery, word choice, and any figurative language you see https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3AOrExNP7aELW4ycWVfaXpxcjg/view?usp=sharing

HW: Snapshot Writing: Over break, create two snapshot memories in the style of Stephen King. These do not need to be the most important moments in your life; they might be small. In at least a half a page for each snapshot, focus on creating the memory though vivid imagery, careful, detailed word choice, and focus on your voice as an author. Try to make me feel like I'm seeing the memory through your eyes. Some snapshots to consider:

--injuries --your first memory --important things that people said to you --important places --strange moments --embarrassing or uncomfortable moments --important people and their influence on you

Wendel Sample:

Snapshot Memory: earliest memory I was a disgruntled baby at one and a half. On that day, it seemed like I was perpetually stuck in a car seat, constrained by my dubious grasp on gravity’s properties. The air conditioning had taken a turn towards not working soon after we turned into the Colorado Desert and the sun streamed relentlessly through the window. I had no inkling of what a desert was, but I was keenly aware of the sensation of heat. I was caged in an oven disguised as a car, and I was fully cooked. My tiny, plump legs were glued to the hand-me-down car seat that had similarly housed my older brother and sister in years past. My pumpkin-colored hair clung to my face and black straps held me prisoner. I’m sure I was crying, jealous of my siblings’ freedom as they sat there, noses to the windows and legs swinging freely. I wasn’t sure why the car was stopped, or for how long, but as soon as I saw my mom lope across the road to investigate a pile of rocks, I was engulfed with a swirl of emotions that fought within me for dominance. I wanted her to come back and was scared that she’d left me. But, with as much intensity, I wanted to be her, dashing with carefree grace into the sunlight.

Have a great break!