1. What are the strengths of your partner’s essay? Why?

My partner was very good with sensory detail and making you really feel what they were  feeling.

2. What areas could use improvements? In other words, what suggestions can you give

your partner that will help his/her paper improve?

I would say use better word choice. Some of the words that were choosen didn't really work or make sense to use in the situation. Also watch out for run on sentences.

3. What is your favorite literary device used in your partner’s essay?
My favorite litarary device that my parner used was the use of metaphors
4. What is the part of the paper that stands out as the most "catchy" or important?
I think that the part that stands out the most was the description of losing the game.

• I mostly just told my story. I didn't really show it.
• I told about people and the place that we were but I don't think that I used to much detail.
• I gave actual names to people and places but i didn't describe any taste or things like that very well.
• There really isn't a conflict in my story. The climatic event is mostly from when i get hurt. I don't really have any moral to the story and I basically stay the same person as i was before.
• I think that the story was pretty relevant to today because it was this past summer but I don't know how relevant it will be in the future.
• I don't think I did a very good job focusing on  main idea. I seem to jump around from place to place. My story is more like a journal entry then a narrative.
• The point of view is always in the authors.

1. What did you think of this narrative?
I thought that this narrative was really interesting. I don't know much about Helen Keller's life, but this story gave me a little more insight on how difficult she had it.

2. What was most interesting or engaging about it?
I think that the most interesting thing about it is that she learned all these names for objects because of this one teacher. If this teacher  had never come to Helen Keller to teach her, her life would have been drastically changed and she wouldn't be a figure of hope and overcoming obsticels, today.

3. What surprised you?
I think the thing that most surprised me is that she didn't even know what water was. It's hard to comprehend what not knowing what water was or even looked like.

4. Did this change your outlook on Helen Keller at all? Why or why not?
I deffinantly have more respect for Helen Keller now because I know now the kind of hardships she went through. You would have to have a lot of patience and determination to learn every thing like she did.

5. Copy and paste three examples of vivid detail and imagery that helped enhance the story

1.  As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life.
2. Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?
3. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring.

6. How can a narrative be more engaging than something like a biography? Why is it important to get someone's personal perspective?
It can be more engaging to read a narative because it is coming from someones personal experience. It is important to get someone's personal perspective because they know exactly how they feel, whereas in a biography, the person wrighting about the other person has to make asumptions.

7. Make a bulltted lists of some things you could write a narrative about

• Soccer
• Surgery
• Dances
• Trips to Oregon
• Trips to Nebraska
• Life in California
• Getting my dog
• Getting my license
• Getting the Camero from Nebraska
• Concussions

I am from golden gates and redwood trees,
from sunny days and rainy winters.
I am from t-shirts and jeans,
from tennis shoes and athletic wear.
I am from corn fields and flat land,
from tall mountains and beautiful greens.
I am from two types of faith, right or wrong,
from family gatherings around the menorah, to presents around the tree.
I am from bare feet and summer nights,
hanging out and running around.
I am from countless injuries, too many to remeber.
from lost thoughts and headaches,
from swollen ankles, elbows, and knee,
my name is calamity.
I am from the mud and durt of a green field,
from endless days of hardwork and practice,
from blood and bruises of diving through the air, parallel to the ground.
I am from shinguards to cleats,
to jerseys to gloves,
soccer is and was my way of life.
I am from small dogs and big dogs,
from crying little cousins, to bothersome siblings.
I am from a brother who makes annoying faces,
to a sister who never asks to borrow my clothes.
I am from long car rides, filled with yelling and spatial problems.
I am from Marry Poppin's umbrela, to Maria's guitar,
from Harry's glasses, to Mr. Darcy's awkwardness.
I am from rumbling and roaring engines,
from oil stains and coolant refils.
I am from shamrocks and red coats,
from German beer to Russian vodka.