V. Other activities I. web-pubishing(above 90) 2. a collection of students articles 3. journal writing( two journal books) Telling your stories A personal narrative Narrative writing is a story telling. A personal narrative is simply a story taken from your life It is organized chronologically, and relies on narration, sometimes in combination with description and other kinds of writing If it is a short one, you'd better choo should give enough specific details and facts so that readers can see and feel the experience rather than read about it Before writing activity Before writing activities 1. Asking questions What is happening? When did it begin? What is causing it to happen? What dose it do? How is it being done? Where is it being done? Why is it happening? What dose it look like? When I was sixteen, I overheard a conversation between my mother and my father that changed my life. On this particular day, I had stayed home from school because of an attack of asthma that I frequently suffered. While resting in my bedroom, I could overhear my parents discussing my illness I wonder if asthma is inherited, my mother said. No one in my family or in yours has ever had it Tom must have inherited it from his mother and father from his mother and father! "I could not believe my ears. Weren,'t those two people in the living room my father an mother? If they were not then who were my parents? Suddenly, I realized what they had meant. I was adopted That nigh I could hardly sleep, shaken by what I had overheard. The nest morning I confronted my parents with the words I had overheard and demanded to know the truth The looked nervously at each other, trying to find the words to answer me. Finally, my mother told me the story My real parents were unmarried, and I had been put up for adoption shortly after my birth. Their present whereabouts were unknown My adoptive parents had been unable to hav children of their own, and the adoption agency awarded me to them when I was two months old. For a few weeks I was confused in my feelings. I wondered what their occupations were, and even such little things as what they did for hobbies and entertainment. But little by little, my attitude and thoughts changed I began to appreciate my parents in a new and powerful way. When I saw the ways in which they had to economize by skipping a vacation or driving an old car, IV. Other activities 1. web-pubishing (above 90) 2. a collection of students articles 3. journal writing (two journal books) VI. Telling your stories A personal narrative Narrative writing is a story telling. A personal narrative is simply a story taken from your life. It is organized chronologically, and relies on narration, sometimes in combination with description and other kinds of writing. If it is a short one, you’d better choose one main point or incident, you should give enough specific details and facts so that readers can see and feel the experience rather than read about it. Before writing activity: Before writing activities 1. Asking questions: What is happening? When did it begin? What is causing it to happen? What dose it do? How is it being done? Where is it being done? Why is it happening? What dose it look like? Samples: When I was sixteen, I overheard a conversation between my mother and my father that changed my life. On this particular day, I had stayed home from school because of an attack of asthma that I frequently suffered. While resting in my bedroom, I could overhear my parents discussing my illness. ‘I wonder if asthma is inherited, my mother said.’ No one in my family or in yours has ever had it . Tom must have inherited it from his mother and father”. “from his mother and father!” I could not believe my ears. Weren’t those two people in the living room my father an mother? If they were not, then who were my parents? Suddenly, I realized what they had meant. I was adopted. That nigh I could hardly sleep, shaken by what I had overheard. The nest morning I confronted my parents with the words I had overheard and demanded to know the truth The looked nervously at each other, trying to find the words to answer me. Finally, my mother told me the story My real parents were unmarried, and I had been put up for adoption shortly after my birth. Their present whereabouts were unknown. My adoptive parents had been unable to have children of their own, and the adoption agency awarded me to them when I was two months old. For a few weeks I was confused in my feelings. I wondered what their occupations were, and even such little things as what they did for hobbies and entertainment. But little by little, my attitude and thoughts changed. I began to appreciate my parents in a new and powerful way. When I saw the ways in which they had to economize by skipping a vacation or driving an old car, I