When I first started writing my
vignette piece I immediately became stuck. Professor Dragan instructed us
to keep it short and simply. He advised us stay away from any topic that was
sad or dealt with death. I tend to do my own thing when it comes to writing, so
I wrote about death anyways. However, I put a spin on it. Two weeks ago, I
found out that one of my old preschool students had passed away. I couldn't
believe it. So I decided to write about attending his wake. Throughout, my
piece I distract myself from coming to terms with his death by pointing out
things that really didn't matter. Like how the sign in book had white pages
with blue lines and how there were black folding chairs. Reading my piece it’s
clear that I was in denial of his death. Writing this kind of piece in
general was hard because of the word limit, choice of topic, what to title
it and how to end it. However I am satisfied with the way I choice
to write the story, it captures how I felt in the moment. I called my piece
September 19th because that was the day I attended the wake.
Here's a glimpse of my piece.
September 19th
Upon
entering the slightly dimmed room, to my left there was a book that rested on a
desk that read at the top "Friends and Family." I thought to
myself where do I actually fall since I was neither. The book had white pages
with blue lines; each line had a number next to it. I skimmed through the book
briefly searching for familiar names. There were none. I contemplated what to
say. Should I talk about how on my very first day as your preschool teacher you
pulled my hair? Or that time I tried to make you eat your vegetables during
lunch and you screamed out "You're fired Miss. Dominique!" Or the
countless times you refused to line up when it was time to leave the park. Or
how that one time you told me I was your french-fry made up for all the times
you made my job impossible. French fries were your favorite and, at the moment,
I was too. I kept it simply number 89 –“With love Miss. Dominique (First Steps
Academy) ".
