Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) In this blog post, I will compose a present scene with dialogue and symbolism. I read Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) to help guide me in composing this scene. Below I wrote about my niece coming over for the day. I’m sitting on the cool leather couch on a rainy, miserable Sunday afternoon. My sister, Alyssa, repeatedly texts my mom bugging her to come over because she’s bored and my mom rolls her eyes. My mom turns and says, “I have to go get Alyssa and the baby.” “Okay” I reply. “I’ll watch Harper.” I try to distract my Harper so she doesn’t see “Nana” leave and have a huge meltdown. We play with babydolls as I swaddle one in a pink flowered blanket and feed the babydoll with a fake bottle as Harper imitates the baby drinking. About ten minutes later, Alyssa and her baby Nevi barge through the front door with a diaper bag and car seat along with other baby items. I rush towards the the baby carrier and take her in the family room. I unhook her buckles slowly as I pull her fragile arms out of the straps. She is still cozy in her pajamas as she starts fussing to eat. Alyssa yells from the kitchen, “I’m making her a bottle now.” I rock Nevi to try and calm her down as she lets out the most innocent little cry. I grab her burpee and rest it under her neck to catch any drips of formula. She starts to slurp down the bottle making little grunting noises as I cherish these little moments. My mom plays, “Sweet Home Sextuplets” on the TV as I panic for the family. “Omg, imagine having 9 kids!” I say shocked to my mom. She replies, “I know, right. I couldn’t even imagine.” Nevi finishes every last drop of her bottle as I lay her on my shoulder to burp her. She lets out a couple little burps and poops. Alyssa and I lay her on the changing table as she stretches out. “This one’s all for you” I tell Alyssa. She changes the dirty diaper as I take over to change her out of her Pjs. I change her into the cutest little flowered button up hoodie, little pink leggings, and the tiniest socks I have ever seen that were still too big for her. Just as I finish, she spits up all down the front of her outfit. I wipe the majority of the spit up with the burpee and look at Alyssa a little frustrated. “So I guess this is what you have to deal with, huh.” I say as the whole outfit has to come off after being on for less than a minute.
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Colin
9/24/2018 08:10:36 pm
Very descriptive scene, makes the reader feel in the moment.
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Sabatino
9/25/2018 07:32:06 am
This post provides an introduction to contextualize the assignment, Also, the writing uses description, dialogue, and an image (how cute, right?) to flesh out a scene from your storied life.
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Dylan Bonifazio
10/1/2018 10:19:40 am
I like how you had to distract the Harper when your mom was leaving. I've had to do that a couple times before with my nieces.
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