This next post is something that my professor asked us to do in response to a reading. I chose to write a micro fiction story on Gloria Anzaldua’s How to Tame a Wild Tongue. The quote that I chose to use from the reading was “For a people who are neither Spanish nor live in a country in which Spanish is the first language; for a people who live in a country in which English is the reigning tongue but who are not Anglo; for a people who cannot entirely identify with either standard Spanish nor standard English, what recourse is left to them but to create their own language?
It was her first day of school in a place much different from where she came from. She felt alone and extremely scared. She learned a little English from her parents who tried hard to fit in with the standards in this unusual place. She wanted to go home, but her parents explained to her that this place offered so many opportunities for her and her family and that some day she would understand.
While walking up the steps to her school a little girl with blonde hair came skipping over to Maria and asked if she was new. Maria shook her head, she understood what the little girl said but kept her head down.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked.
“Maria.” That’s two questions she knew how to answer. Maybe making a friend wasn’t so hard.
The blonde girl smiled. “My name is Katie. What grade are you in? Who is your teacher?”
Maria understood what her “friend” had asked but she began to panic. She didn’t know how to say that she was in fourth grade and her teacher was Mrs. Brown. She began to speak in her native language, desperately trying to get Katie to understand what she was trying to say. She handed Katie the paper which stated her grade and teacher. The young girl had no idea what Maria had said but could understand the writing on the paper. She grabbed Maria’s hand and walked her inside the building.
The second part of this post has to do with writing a micro fiction from a twitter post. I chose to challenge myself and chose a tweet that I didn't think that I could write a story from. I did have a hard time but enjoyed challenging myself. The tweet I chose was : Why do I always wake up in the morning with only one sock on my foot? Every night, the girl goes to bed with a sock on each foot; the socks tend to vary in color and design but there is always a pair on every night. When she finally falls asleep the socks slip off and slide onto the floor where her laundry lays. Every night her socks throw a party while the girl is sleeping.
As the sun starts to rise the socks realize that their party time is running out and that they should venture their way back. Unfortunately, the left sock partied pretty hard last night and is having a hard time finding her foot. He stagers through the covers trying to find the foot so the girl has no idea that they had even left her in the first place.
The alarm sounds. The girl rolls over to turn off the alarm and rubs her eyes. She sits up and swings her legs out of the bed only to find that her left sock is missing. She lifts up the covers searching for the sock.
Where could it have gone? After about five minutes of searching she gives up, goes to her drawer, and finds a suitable sock to replace the one she lost. The case of the missing sock continues.
Unfortunately for the sock, he never made it to her foot. He stumbled trying to find his way back. He ended up falling off the bed and down the side where he passed out for the rest of the day.
