Which piece do you feel is your strongest piece of writing? What do you feel is strong about it?
I feel my House on Hunter Street would have to be my strongest piece of writing. I feel this because there is tons of imagery. It also is very descriptive. It also takes you back in time when I describe what has happened to me in my house.
Which piece of the original writing do you feel is your weakest piece? Why did you choose this one?
When I described what my home is like I think that's when when it got boring. I could be a little more descriptive and maybe include more supporting ideas. I think this because it's short and doesn't have a good feeling about it. I feel it could have been more powerful than what my final draft was.
Introduction
Yelling, music, and TVs. My house is filled with everything. My father who lies tirelessly and watches his favorite TV show, Dr.Phil. My mother who blasts her favorite gospel singer, Mary Mary. My sister who laughs with joy to her cute little text messages.
Conclusion
I will never forget the house I have lived in since I was only two years old. It has impacted my life more than anything. The time I almost drowned trying to impress this cute girl. Or the time my family would eat the apples in my backyard and occasionally have apple fights. The House on Hunter Street. A house that will forever be in my heart.
I feel my House on Hunter Street would have to be my strongest piece of writing. I feel this because there is tons of imagery. It also is very descriptive. It also takes you back in time when I describe what has happened to me in my house.
Which piece of the original writing do you feel is your weakest piece? Why did you choose this one?
When I described what my home is like I think that's when when it got boring. I could be a little more descriptive and maybe include more supporting ideas. I think this because it's short and doesn't have a good feeling about it. I feel it could have been more powerful than what my final draft was.
Introduction
Yelling, music, and TVs. My house is filled with everything. My father who lies tirelessly and watches his favorite TV show, Dr.Phil. My mother who blasts her favorite gospel singer, Mary Mary. My sister who laughs with joy to her cute little text messages.
Conclusion
I will never forget the house I have lived in since I was only two years old. It has impacted my life more than anything. The time I almost drowned trying to impress this cute girl. Or the time my family would eat the apples in my backyard and occasionally have apple fights. The House on Hunter Street. A house that will forever be in my heart.