Today I got to present my rough draft of my twitterive today! I was so excited for everybody to see it and hear the feedback from my peers. I want to thank all of them for their great ideas and for sharing their suggestions with me. 
Some of the suggestions the class had given me were:

1. To add dialogue between my coach and I.
2. Rethink the song "I'll be missing you"
3. Personify softball and give it a voice
4. The "everything happens for a reason might not work"
5. Possibly add the dream to the beginning so the audience knows I am longing for it
6. Loss is my place
7. Relate it more to college softball
8. Make a line up card to go along with the journal entry where my name got crossed off.
9. Poem/piece about how it feels to miss softball
10. possibly end it by saying "I'm on deck for whatever life throws at me"

I am so happy that I got a chance to present today so I could get a jump start on revising and making my Twitterive the best it could be!
 

In class, Professor Mangini had us split up into groups. He put some questions on the board and our group members were to ask us about our own twitterive and they recorded our answers for us. I'm not sure if we got through all of the questions, but here's what I have in my notebook!
1. Who are my characters? Myself, softball, and my coach?
2. What genres did I use? Journal entries, screenshots, definitions, slide shows, wordle, pictures, quotes, youtube video, micro-fiction, definitions, note, song lyrics
3. What is my place? Softball?/Love of the game?/Lost?
4. What is my connection/disconnection to my place? My connection is the hours and days I spent playing softball. My lack of connection to my place is not playing anymore.
 
My twitterive is coming along very nicely and I'm really happy about it! :)

I have added some new genres to my piece after my discussion with my group on Thursday. I added a letter from me to my main character "softball", I added a list of things to do to get over a "break up", I added a few more screen shots and I also added some lyrics. I'm really looking forward to showing my twitterive off to the class on Tuesday! Maybe they'll have some more suggestions for me!
 
One of our main assignments for Writing, Research, and Technology is a twitterive. It is a narrative based on tweets. I thought this project would be cool but, wow! I never knew how much fun this project would be! Creating and thinking of different genres is challenging, interesting and fun. I have a rough draft of my twitterive posted under my assignments. I came up with five questions to ask my peers in order to better my work and come up with new ideas!

1. What genres should I add?
2. What do you think my place actually is?
3. Does the order make sense?
4. Should I break up the daily journal entries?
5. Do I need to include more about my past softball experiences or do you think I should stick to my college career?

 
Like I said before I was making an invitation for the wedding! Here it is!
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Our writing, research, and technology class is having a mock-wedding tomorrow! We were each assigned a role to make this wedding happen. I was chosen as the distracted wedding invitation designer. My professor and I both decided that to make it funny, I should make the invitation really crazy and noisy. I wasn't exactly sure how to make a wedding invitation, so I browsed online to find the correct formats and terminology. I am working on the finishing touches of the invitation and I will post it as soon as its complete!
 
perfect day 
absolutely amazing
epic
unconditional love
never understand
craziest  ever
peaceful and calm
fun, beautiful life
the littlest things make me happy
stars were out tonight
if god loved us he would make every day like today 
 
Tweet that inspired me: If God loved us he would make every day like today.

It was the middle of the summer and it was the perfect day. The sun was so warm against her cheeks. Her freckles were especially dark.  The sun kissed her cheeks and her smile grew as the time went on. The smile upon her face couldn’t be any truer. Laying on the beach towel next to her was her love. Under the sun, they became one. Their bodies were entangled. She looked over her shoulder and the face smiling back was perfect in her eyes. They caught rays all day until their skin couldn’t handle it anymore.  Just before they left they took a dip into the ice cold ocean. It felt so refreshing. After they got out of the ocean, the sea full of laughter, splashes, and filled with life, they took a long walk down the shoreline. Their hands were molded together and their fingers were perfect for one another. As they stared in each other’s eyes, they were the purely happy. The littlest things in life mean the most. It’s amazing how one single day at the beach could change your entire life. She said, “If God loved us, he would make every day like today”.

Tweet that inspired me: it was all just a dream :(

Nervous was an understatement. Days like this were what she lived for, but she still got the same anxiety every time. Once she collected herself, she began to get ready. She wiggled into her tight white pants, slipped into her silk top, and slid her foot into her shoes. She put her black eye liner on perfectly, as she did everyday, then she made sure her hair was good, looked in the mirror, grabbed her bag and her things and she was on her way. Click-clack click-clack down the hallway she went. A slight drop of nervous sweat dripped down her face. She walked out the door and her heart started beating faster, faster. Click-clack click-clack was the only sound she could hear. The walk seemed like miles, although it was only a short distance. As she began to see familiar faces, her heartbeat slowed down a bit. She opened the gate up and stepped onto the field. The click-clacking finally stopped as her feet finally touched the soft orange dirt. This was home for her. Today was a big day. It was game day. The biggest game of the year. She took a few deep breaths, stretched, jogged a bit to loosen up. After she was ready she got her glove on and threw the ball. At that very moment she woke up and was saddened because it was all just a dream.
 
It took me a little while to think of somewhere to go that I was unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable with. I realized that I had never gone on a walk in my neighborhood alone at night time so I decided to take on that challenge. I could relate with Dubliner's characters because the boys went on an adventure and they didn't know what to expect. I also didn't know what to expect, and I certainly didn't know how brave I was. It was a cold February night and I strolled through the dim lit streets of West Long Branch on my own. My mom was a little nervous to let me go out there, but I reassured her that I was 21 years old and that I could handle it. It was freezing, there were dogs barking, the wind was blowing, and yet, it was eerily quiet out there. The sky wasn't clear like I'd hoped it to be because I am a huge fan of stars. As I went on to experience this walk of nature alone, I realized how often I depend on communication with others because I so badly wanted to share this experience with a real human being, not just by tweeting my observations.


To read the tweets that inspired this blog post about my unfamiliar place click here:
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I decided that my commonplace, or native place is my home. I went home this weekend and I thought this was a great place to tweet about because I am the most familiar with this house. I’ve lived here since I was two and I have made the most memories in this house.  Wendell Berry speaks of his home and how when he is away at school he is often thinking about his home. I find myself thinking about my home and missing it and the people that go along with it. My family means the world to me and although it’s my fourth year being away from them, I still miss them just the same as I did my first night away at college. My home has very much so made me the person that I am today and without it, I’d be completely lost. I feel such a sense of security when I’m here, laying in my own bed, eating my mom’s home cooked meals. There is no greater feeling in the world than being home. :)

to read the tweets that inspired this post click here! 
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