This is my second blog (Do not fear. This one is much shorter than my first.) it is a project from my homeschool curriculum Writing Strands Level # 7. I highly encourage comments and critiques and hope that any who read will do so. I want to be an author some day and as a result the more critiques I get the more I can learn. Just because your not a professional does not mean you might see something that I missed.
Not all of my posts are just like this one. There will be several creative posts as well as essay form posts. Subscribe and you might be surprised. :) The point of this lesson was to learn that people vary in the ways they move their bodies. Such as younger children may be less likely to control fidgeting than more mature children or even adults. My brother and I were directed to improv and record, on a tape, a situation where-in this might come into play. Then we were to convert it to written form. Finally we were to convert it into a live action play and perform for members of our family or friends. We never actually got around to the last part.
Writing Strands: book 7, lesson 1
Isaiah T. Silkwood 1/24/11
Skit: The Camp Decision
Martin stood in the entryway to the living room. Ahead his father was sitting on a white and brown speckled couch, perpendicular to his position, reading a newspaper. He had come to ask his father’s advice about attending the upcoming 4-H camp. He, however,
was nervous and unsure about how to go about asking the question. So, there he stood, shuffling his feet and debating within himself as to whether he should ask his question or turn around and walk back into the dining room.
Mr. Luther, glancing up from the newspaper, noticed that his son was staring at the floor and seemed to be in deep thought. Just as Martin turned to leave Mr. Luther spoke, “What’s the matter son?”
Martin turned quickly back around and stammered, “Um, well, I had a question,” His eyes met his father’s but then quickly shied away.
Mr. Luther took a deep breath and straightened his back. Then, folding his newspaper, he looked to the right at his son and said, “Sit down son.” Mr. Luth
er indicated the couch cushion on his left by patting it.
“O.K.” said Martin, He walked into the living room and passed on his left a small table, jutting up against the side of the couch, and his father’s outstretched legs. He sat down beside Mr. Luther and blinked a couple times. Mr. Luther placed his newspaper on his lap and then turned his attention on his son. Martin glanced around the room while trying to think of something to say. He blinked again and noticed that there was some sleepy in his eye. He began to pick it out with his fingernail when he spotted his father looking at him and waiting patiently. Then he realized that he hadn’t asked the question yet. Martin stopped picking at his eye for a moment, and said, “I had a question about camp.”
