Paragraph 1 (Original): “Have you ever had a
boyfriend Desi?” In 7th grade I never thought of having a
relationship with a boy or even a person. Being asked this in a classroom full
of people I don’t know made me realize two things: One, I came to the
realization that I have never been interested nor have I wanted to date anyone.
Period. Two, I really dislike being put on the spot with something so tedious
and unimportant. But, I’m a pushover and didn’t know how to speak up so, “Nah”
came out of my mouth. They all looked around like I said the Lords name in
vain. I just shrugged and continued doing my work. “Well, we’ll get you a
boyfriend this year.” Oh no, my worst nightmare. Interacting with a male human
on an intimate level not only made me anxious but I felt like I would punch
them after a few hours. So, I had to reply quick, “No, no. I’m fine. Really.
I’M fine!” They just looked at me and looked away. I felt like I saw a text
message get read, but with no reply. Alright this won’t be bad, I guess. A few
days later, they came to me with this guy that looks like a burnt peanut, atop
a larger burnt peanut. I, of course, refused, but with little confidence in my
voice, I was never truly heard. So, I dated him. Because I am a pushover. I
dated him. I didn’t even like him, why did he like me? I was dressed completely
like a boy; I had straight back corn-rolls, a tie, a vest, baggy pants and I still had no idea I was gay. Shame. You
can say, there was tale-tell signs, I played basketball with the “bros” all the
time, I played flag football (aggressively), I never had boy crushes I just
lied 99.9% of the time. I had the same “crush” from second grade all the way to
sixth, I had to switch it up to another guy because everyone was getting
slightly suspicious. But, I still had no clue, until, and this going to sound
completely outrageous, but it’s true. I had a dream, of me being in a
relationship with the same sex and when I woke up I realized the reason why I
couldn’t connect with my “boyfriend” at all. I told no-one for about 6 months.
At that same time my “boyfriend” wanted to have our first kiss… Again, I was
the face and head speaker for passive aggressive and pushover people. I broke
up with him right after the kiss. Reason? I felt nothing and his breath was
hotter than the dragons from Avatar: The Last
Airbender.
Paragraph 2 (Simple Sentences): “Have you ever had a boyfriend Desi?” In 7th grade I never thought of having a relationship with a boy or even a person. Being asked this in a classroom full of people I don’t know made me realize two things. One. I came to the realization that I have never been interested nor have I wanted to date anyone. Period. Two. I really dislike being put on the spot with something so tedious and unimportant. I’m a pushover and didn’t know how to speak up. “Nah” came out of my mouth. They all looked around like I said the Lords name in vain. I just shrugged and continued doing my work. “Well, we’ll get you a boyfriend this year.” Oh no my worst nightmare. Interacting with a male human on an intimate level not only made me anxious. I felt like I would punch them after a few hours. I had to reply quick, “No, no. I’m fine. Really. I’M fine!” They just looked at me and looked away. I felt like I saw a text message get read. But with no reply. Alright this won’t be bad. I guess. A few days later. They came to me with this guy that looks like a burnt peanut atop a larger burnt peanut. I of course refused. But with little confidence in my voice I was never truly heard. So I dated him. Because I am a pushover. I dated him. I didn’t even like him. Why did he like me? I was dressed completely like a boy. I had straight back corn-rolls. I wore a tie. I wore vests. I wore baggy pants and I still had no idea I was gay. Shame. You can say there was tale-tell signs. I played basketball with the “bros” all the time. I played flag football (aggressively). I never had boy crushes I just lied 99.9% of the time. I had the same “crush” from second grade all the way to sixth. I had to switch it up to another guy because everyone was getting slightly suspicious. I still had no clue. I had a dream, of me being in a relationship with the same sex and when I woke up I realized the reason why I couldn’t connect with my “boyfriend” at all. I told no-one for about 6 months. At that same time my “boyfriend” wanted to have our first kiss. Again I was the face and head speaker for passive aggressive and pushover people. I broke up with him right after the kiss. Reason? I felt nothing and his breath was hotter than the dragons from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Paragraph 3 (Commas or Semi-Colons): “Have you ever had a boyfriend Desi?” In 7th grade I never thought of having a relationship with a boy or even a person. Being asked this in a classroom full of people I don’t know made me realize two things, One, I came to the realization that I have never been interested nor have I wanted to date anyone. Period. Two, I really dislike being put on the spot with something so tedious and unimportant. But, I’m a pushover and didn’t know how to speak up so, “Nah” came out of my mouth. They all looked around like I said the Lords name in vain. I just shrugged and continued doing my work. “Well, we’ll get you a boyfriend this year.” Oh no, my worst nightmare. Interacting with a male human on an intimate level not only made me anxious but I felt like I would punch them after a few hours. So, I had to reply quick, “No, no. I’m fine. Really. I’M fine!” They just looked at me and looked away. I felt like I saw a text message get read, but with no reply. Alright this won’t be bad, I guess. A few days later, they came to me with this guy that looks like a burnt peanut, atop a larger burnt peanut. I, of course, refused, but with little confidence in my voice, I was never truly heard. So, I dated him. Because I am a pushover. I dated him. I didn’t even like him, why did he like me? I was dressed completely like a boy; I had straight back corn-rolls, a tie, a vest, baggy pants and I still had no idea I was gay. Shame. You can say, there was tale-tell signs, I played basketball with the “bros” all the time, I played flag football (aggressively), I never had boy crushes I just lied 99.9% of the time. I had the same “crush” from second grade all the way to sixth, I had to switch it up to another guy because everyone was getting slightly suspicious. But, I still had no clue, until, and this going to sound completely outrageous, but it’s true. I had a dream, of me being in a relationship with the same sex and when I woke up I realized the reason why I couldn’t connect with my “boyfriend” at all. I told no-one for about 6 months. At that same time my “boyfriend” wanted to have our first kiss… Again, I was the face and head speaker for passive aggressive and pushover people. I broke up with him right after the kiss. Reason? I felt nothing and his breath was hotter than the dragons from Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Part 2: Writing Identities
In the scene "What's My Identity?", it gives a great example how resume's can require your own voice, not just a "professional" voice. The text shows how you have to "sell yourself" for the position you are position. Any activities that you've done in that field, paid or unpaid, can be seen as experience. The images used give a comedic affect to the concepts. They use flashback images to show how simplistic but helpful some of prior experiences can be. The text and imagery go hand in hand with giving emphasis and helps you understand the topic at hand.
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