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Final Portfolio

The Introduction to the Conclusion (1/4)

As the semester comes to the end, I begin to reflect on the work I have done throughout this semester. For this course, “First Year Writing: Modes of the Experimental Self/Identity Through Multimodal”, it was split into two ideas that interconnect with one another to help development the information. When I originally registered to take this class, I was reluctant to accept that I was taking a class that would focus on exploring myself. However, despite my initial concerns I can say that I enjoyed this class tremendously. It was an opportunity to walk down memory lane and talk about aspects of me that I might have forgotten or overlooked. Each assignment was something new for every class but they all connected back to each other. They have helped me develop my analysis and expression skills in a way that I never was given the opportunity to do. It has grown my writing skills and helped me express who I am and what makes me, me for everyone else to see. With this in mind, for this final portfolio I selected the Lyrical Essay as the piece to rewrite and revise. This was the first large project I work on in this course and I want to rewrite it to add more details to enhance the meaning. I specifically want to highlight this piece because it is a mixture of mimic poetry with my own emotions. After this piece, I want to discuss some peer response that I have given or got from other students. These responses are a highlight of how I gave and got criticism on different assignments. I felt a deeper connection with the ones I choose for this portfolio as they showed a part of me and my skill on writing in some way. They were also another perspective on what pieces can be interpreted as. In the end, I enjoyed the process of creating these different pieces as they developed my skills overtime. This course was a influence on not only skills but the connection I have on myself and I hope these pieces reflect that.

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Revised Lyrical Essay (2/4)

Who Am I?

I am asked who I am?

What makes me who I am?

My name defines who I am. 

Multiple of them that mean different things. 

Bina Pratima Bipat. 

Yeah, that’s a mouthful.

Comes straight from my culture.

The signs they say. The signs tell it all. 

Taking my birth time and the stars gave me my name. 

Well the B in Bina. 

But for as long as I can remember 

I am asked to pronounce my name.

Again.

I want to say it the correct way.

Maybe for once.

I’m asked what my name is, and I stumble.

I start and then I stop.

Bina.

The meaning of my name they ask.

Knowledge, insight. 

People say it’s very interesting.

They ask if I’m sure it's not B E E N A?

Of course I’m sure.

But now you have me question myself…

Is it truly this way?

Yes, that’s what my mom says.

I wear it proudly.

That is my name.

B I N A.

Now Pratima.

That’s my middle name. 

I barely even use it. 

It means a sacred image. 

My grandmother pick it. 

Said it fit well with Bina. 

Pratima.

P R A T I M A. 

My last name is Bipat. 

Means hardship.

Oh yes, hardship. 

Never heard of this name before. 

This is such a weird name.

But its mine. 

B I P A T. 

I remember my mom saying it was the best name ever. 

I don’t know about that but its definitely something.

Oh my mother. The crazy lady who raised me. 

Only said things for the best. 

Gives me so much advice. 

“Wash the clothes on Saturday and fold them.

Wash the dishes on Tuesday and put them in the cabinet. 

Don’t walk without your keys.

Soak your contacts after you take them off.

When buying a top to make yourself a nice outfit.

Be sure that it does have stains on it.

Soak the chicken overnight before you cook it. 

You mustn’t speak to strangers, not even for a second.”

I know mom. You’ve only said this 1000 times today.

“Don’t eat outside food-we have food home.

This is how to make a fold in the shirt.

This is how to put away the clothes you don’t need but continue to buy.

This is how to open the curtain and let the sun in. 

This is how to do more than just sit on the couch and act all lazy.

This is how you sweep a corner.

This is how you sweep a whole house.

This is how you water the plants

This is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all.

This is how you smile to someone you like.

This is how you smile to someone you don’t know.”

Are you telling me this for me or for you?

“This is how you dress to go out.

This is how you dress with company.

This is how you dress for a party.

This is how you dress for dinner.

This is how you dress in the house

This is how to behave in the presence of company who don’t know you very well.

Be sure to oil your hair, even twice a day.” 

I hate doing it but you still make me.

“Don’t yell when playing card-its not ladylike.

Don’t take things from people-you know its wrong.

Don’t throw food for the birds, because it might attract more than birds. 

This is how to make custard. 

This is how to make chicken curry.

This is how to make pepper pot.”

I don’t want to know how to make this.

“This is how to find a good job. 

This is how to find a bad job.

This is how to enjoy a job. 

This is how to do a job even if you don’t want to.  

This is how to decide live.”

Why are you telling me how to live?

“This is how to act quickly if it turns upside down.

This is how to make ends meet. 

Always check your clothes to make sure it’s pristine.”

Is there ever just nothing to say?

No. 

She says it for a reason.

That reason being me. 

But that doesn’t mean I don’t respond. 

I know she means well but it’s annoying. 

Why can’t I just live how I want?

Can you just stop?

I swear it the same meaning, different words every time.

I have memories that make me sad and happy.

Some that make me smile. 

Some that make me want to cry. 

I remember being so free. 

Free? Is that even a thing?

I remember wanting to grow up immediately. 

I need to stop and just live. 

I remember graduating with my head held high

I remember total frustration over how to fold a shirt. 

I remember “crazy 8’s”, “blackjack”, “trump”, and “war.”

I remember the stories about living back home. 

Back home? That does not even seem like home.

I remember being more than a bit disappointed over not living in a castle.

I remember spinning a chair until I saw two of everything. 

I remember pizza parties. 

I remember dad jokes that weren’t funny at all. 

I remember riddles that were so hard to find a reply.

I remember “monopoly” and “snakes & ladders.”

I remember Disney movies that took up my life. 

I remember, when a I lied, trying to look so innocent.

You know you were not innocent. 

I remember my fantasies of seeing the lights of every city in the night. 

I remember stories about how life would have been different if we didn’t move here. 

I remember rumors that we would sell our home and never return. 

I remember fantasies of what I would say to the family that thinks they could judge me.

Fantasy turned reality.

I remember awkward silent moments. 

I remember having daily ice cream trips. 

I remember drawing outside of the lines like it didn’t matter. 

I remember dressing up for Halloween to collect candy from the neighbors. 

I remember emptying your whole bag to find the tiny lip balm at the bottom. 

I remember sleepily nights watching television. 

I remember how exhausting it was to start the next day. 

It was your choice to stay up all night.

I remember getting up every morning for school at the same time.

I remember birthday parties, being the center of attention.

I hate attention. 

I remember trying not to cry at sad endings.

I can’t help it. I just happens. 

I remember the exact moment, I found out we were going on vacation. 

Trying my hardest to stop smiling. 

I remember being on the plane so excited for us to takeoff. 

I remember daydreaming throughout school. 

Never knowing what topic we were on. 

I remember forgetting I had more than one name.

How do you even forget that?

Not realizing I was being spoken to. 

I remember asking why my name is what it was.

I remember saying goodbye to my friends. 

I remember a dream of living my best life and then waking up to reality. 

I remember starting college. 

One semester down. A million more to go. 

I don’t know but hopefully it works out. 

Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong. 

You do. 

I feel like my life isn’t meeting full potential. 

It makes me wonder is it worth living?

It is. 

Don’t let anyone tell you different.

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As I said before, the first big project I did in this class was the Lyrical Essay. I chose this to include this piece in my portfolio because it is my first post on this blog and was a milestone of completing half of the course. This essay is a composition of mimic poetry using the poems “Unlearning My Name” by Mohamed Hassan, “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid, and “I Remember” by Joe Brainard. “Unlearning My Name” by Mohamed Hassan helped me breakdown my full name. “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid broke down things you would hear from someone close to you. “I Remember” by Joe Brainard helped me discuss different memories throughout my life that I remember. Being able to mimic these poems were a journey in itself as I was stuck at first but once I started, the ideas kept flowing. Originally I had this essay as only mimicking the poems and a few lines to make them flow together. I had not changed much about them and stuck to the same format the writers had already done. When I reviewed my piece for revising, I realized I wanted to hear my own voice outside of what I had put. I chose to get rid of some of the lines in my original poem and include my reaction and response to the words being said. I put my voice in italics and changed the color of the words to emphasize the change in who is speaking. I want to show that I can step away from the outline given and add my own unique touch to make it my own. I felt like this was the right piece to use as it represents what makes me who I am while showing the emotions I feel throughout my life.

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Peer Response (3/4)

From Me:

I chose to respond to Malwina Kolodziejczyk’s literary narrative for Week 14. This was meaningful to me because I was able to get a glimpse into what Malwina personally experienced about language and expression. I included this because I was able to create a in-depth analysis and believe this is one of my better reviews I have done on a peer.

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From Them:

I received this peer response from Ritali Espada for my mimic of “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid in Week #4. This was a poem that broke down things we hear from someone who is giving us advice and she explained both of our interpretations. I chose to include this in the portfolio because Rita and me had similar experiences to the writer’s words and show why I choose to write the mimic poetry as I did.

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I received this peer response from Martina De Buglio on my Literacy Narrative. This was a piece that was close to me as it was about food and culture and how that is a representation of my identity. I chose to include this in my portfolio as it is a perspective of how people saw my work.

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I received another reaction to my Literacy Narrative from Malwina Kolodziejczyk. She did a breakdown of the different aspects of the narrative and how I chose to display my identity. I chose to include this in the portfolio because this is another perspective of how my work was being interpreted. She went in-depth with her response and was on of the most informative responses I have received.

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Conclusion (4/4)

To conclude, I am so thankful I decided to take this class as it changed me for the better. I have improved skills I never thought I would and had fun doing it. It was an incredible journey of finding out who I am and I could not have been happier to take the time to reflect. I want to thank Professor Pooni for all her critics she has done on my work. I never would have imagined myself ever enjoying writing but yet here we are today with a completely different mindset. This portfolio is just some of the many work I wanted to highlight and I hope you were able to get a glimpse into who I am.