#3 Descriptive essay? Narration? When I'm writing, apparently they're the same.

I should probably definitely pay attention in class. Either that or I should replace the batteries in my hearing aides :P                                        

           In our class on Tuesday, we apparently started talking about our new writing assignment: A NARRATIVE! (Woot!) But, the in-class assignment was a paragraph or two of descriptive writing. First of all, you have to know that I take my time when writing something. As I was jotting down my descriptive paper, Professor B. started explaining the narrative (I'm writing), how it was how he was going to gauge our writing from that (still describing), and it should be our best writing (and I still wasn't finished).
            By the end of class I was stressed out and discouraged because the paragraph I had scribbled out was supposed to be my best writing and it would place my writing skills, and that paper was not even CLOSE to my best writing.                                                  

           Well, I finished the best that I could and turned in my draft, thinking that I needed to bring a finished, polished draft to class.        

           Today, before I had class I rushed to the writing lab to finish up. Turns out I didn't even need it, so, to get a little mileage out of it I decided to post it. Here is the picture of the one I turned in and then the final draft is included after :)                                                                                                              

                My nephew is a perfect example of a busybody two-year old. I can’t explain it, but I’m sure something inside that little body of his will not let him stand still. Without words he uses his big blue eyes to challenge me to a race. He reacts to the sound of his invisible start gun and starts off running even before I have my imaginary sprinting shoes on. Regardless of how much of a head start he has, he is no match for my gazelle legs. As I close the gap he gets the sense that this is no longer a race, but a pursuit. At his first chance he finds his hiding spot and dives under the table. I pretend not to notice and I run by. Not one minute after the strenuous race I hear the sound of rippling paper approaching from behind. “Draw, bee-bee din-saur?” I smirk at the request, but I oblige. Two baby dinosaurs and one baby turtle later he jumps to the floor and is off to conquer the untamed land of the back yard.

           The REAL purpose for this post was supposed to be what topic I chose for my narrative. I got a little sparkle of inspiration during class today, and had the perfect opportunity to verbally flesh it out this afternoon.  

                                                                                                

The subject of my narrative will be the acquisition of my tremendous (almost) Harry Potter-like scar.

                                           

           Seeing as I told the extremely long version of my story to my good friend Annie to keep her mind off of the blood she was about to donate, I know I could type for at least 2 hours about it. It definitely has many fond memories connected with it.                                                            

I guess that's my cue to go out and get writing!