HW 6 - Storyboard Revision

HW 5: Storyboard Revision

HW 4: STORYBOARD your 5 Part Narrative

HW 3: Write a 5 part narrative. Write the whole story in text format. Summarize the 5 parts of your narrative structure.

           My wife of 12 years died, leaving me the responsibility of raising our 8 year old daughter alone. After the shock of her death, I realized that I knew nothing about raising a daughter by myself. This became more clear to me when I had to buy her, her first bra. My first bra buying experience occurred when my daughter was 10 years old. I didn’t have any family to rely on since they all lived out of state. My sister suggested we start with a sports bra so off to the department store we went. My daughter and I headed over to the unmentionables. That is when I realized that I had absolutely no idea of how to figure out what size was the right size to buy.

            Knowing I needed help I tried to stop women in the store that were in the vicinity of this department. I tried to ask women closer to my own age with a more motherly appearance. I’ve never seen women walk away so fast!! Honestly though, I don’t think they actually took the time to hear what I was saying. I tried the next best thing and said as fast as I could to the next woman:   “ExcuseMeButI’mASingleDadAndINeedHelpGettingTheCorrectSizeBra.”

            Fortunately, she was kind and stopped, looked at me, then looked at my daughter. Then, she walked over to my daughter, and turning to the display rack, asked “Which one do you like, sweetie?”  Finally! I felt like I had been saved.

            She explained the simple steps of how to find the right sports bra. It worked as long as there was no cup size involved. Add in cup size, and the ball game changes! I told my daughter that we would go to Victoria’s Secret so that they could help fit her correctly. The women I checked with said that was a good plan; but, that idea didn’t go over very well at all with my daughter! She was not comfortable with the idea having someone ‘see her’. Instead, she decided she would measure herself. The books said: Measure above the breasts and round up to the next number. It would give a reliable measurement.  

            With the measurements, my sister offered to order some and have them sent to the house. My daughter was a lot happier with that idea and eagerly awaited their arrival. When they came She went to her bedroom to try them on starting with the plaid, it was her favorite. It was too tight so we went back to the store and exchanged these for the next larger size.They had exact replacements for all but one of the bras I had. The only one not in stock was the plaid! So, after work I went to a few stores trying to find a similar one. Finally I found it in Macy’s. 

             Bringing home the replacements, my daughter took them upstairs to try them on. I could tell by the grin on her face that she was happy with the new fit. I showed her the new plaid bra I had found hoping she wouldn’t be too disappointed. When she saw it, she was overjoyed. I never knew something so simple could make her so happy.

Exposition: Single father, wife of 12 years died leaving him to raise their daughter.

Conflict: Needs to take his daughter to buy her first bra and has to find her size. 

Climax: She likes them but tries them on they're too tight including her favorite plaid one. 

Falling action: He goes to the store to find replacement sizes.

Resolution: He can't find the plaid bra so he goes to other stores to find something similar to it. He comes home with the right sized replacements and she is happy. 

HW2: Take a proverb, fairy tale, or maybe a newspaper article and extract the essence of the message in one visual composition.

"You Reap What You Sow"

HW1: Write the backstory about a photograph or object.

A widowed husbands wife of 12 years died leaving him the responsibility of raising their 8 year old daughter alone. After the shock of his wife’s death he realized that he knew nothing about raising a daughter by himself. He sometimes wondered if the wrong parent had died. Mothers raise daughters and fathers are supposed to financially support the family; at least that’s how it was in his family. Now, he had to learn a new role, one he hadn't anticipated.

14 years later, he is left with many memories of raising his daughter: her first date, graduations, basketball games, first formal dance, first prom dress, learning how to ride a bike.

She is 23 years old now and like a lot of parents, he didn't know it would turn out OK, until it did. He still wonders how things would've been if his wife were still around and wishes she could see their daughter today.