Hero Project Reflection

I think that a hero is anyone that does something good. A hero isn't just the firemen, policemen or superman. It is all of the people that sacrifice part of their life to do something good in someone’s life.
The Hero in my Eyes project was basically to interview someone that was a personal hero and then write a story about why they were your hero.
The process for me was a little weird because I was sick for basically the whole time we did it so I had to turn stuff in randomly and just start from there. So I did a lot of catching up with this project I was a good 3 or 4 days behind everyone else. So I had to do some serious work at my house and it was basically getting the draft from Charlotte and then revising it.
I learned that is sucks to be sick for the main part of a project, and I also learned a lot about showing not telling because my first draft was really bland and I turned it into and explosion of description. Most of the challenges I encountered was the fact that I was sick and not really having someone there to help me. Something that I would do different is that I wasn’t organized at all during this project and it really took its toll. I think that will really help me because for the time travelers project I am going to need to be uber organized because there is like 5 billion different things I need to turn in for it.
One of the Habits I used was Wonder; I used it because I had a lot of things that needed to be show and not told so I had to constantly thing of how I could make it better questioning myself in every sentence.
Link to my blog is http://amazingnessblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-hero-character-sketch.html YAY!!!

final hero character sketch

“Dude, are they actually putting that house in the back of a pickup truck?” Jason laughed as he watched the family he had built a house for not an hour ago lift it into a blue pickup and drive away.
“I guess it’s a decent moving truck,” Mookie joked.
Jason started working on the house He was building. As He pounded a nail into the wall he missed and slammed the hammer with all of his force into his hand next to the nail. Cursing in pain he pulled off his fingernail, he flicked it away without caring, this being one of many fingernails he had lost building the houses, he didn’t really care if he lost one more. Getting back to hammering he realized that there was a woman standing behind him. She had long brown hair that looked like it had just been through hell but still looked amazing. She was tall and very skinny kind of lie the Mexican version of Barbie. He turned around slowly. As he turned he got a better look at her. She had blue eyes waiting to see what was going to happen. She quickly opened her arms and hugged him tightly. He was shocked that she kept on hugging him. She felt light and her skin was soft to the touch of Jason’s worn out fingers. She smelt like tortillas, a combination of flour and corn meal. The aroma was intoxicating.
“Thank you,” the woman murmured in a Mexican accent as she let go.
“Um, it’s no problem,” Jason responded to the woman that was now walking away from him. That was weird he thought. He turned around and started working on the house again. For about an hour or so he thought about the woman and why she hugged him. It turned from no problem into all he could think about. The mysterious way she came and just as mysteriously left. The way she felt, just like velvet, the way she looked, beautiful in every aspect of the word.
“Were done,” Mookie murmured as he was to tired to talk.
“Sweet, time for the food,” Jason replied.
“Yup,” Mookie blurted out with joy. They started to walk down to the taco shop only a short time away.
The awesome aromas of tacos, burritos and churoos hit Jason like a wall of smell. His passion for those items was one of the reasons he came to Mexico in the first place. He sat down at a table as Mookie ordered. The aromas of food surrounded him and he started to get extremely hungry. He waited for the food to come. Dying of hunger he started to band his head against the little plastic table. It felt like an eternity to him, like he was locked up in jail. Then he was released, the waiter put four tacos in front of him and he took the deepest breath through his nose just to smell it. That smell reminded him of the woman. He took his first bite but while he ate it all he could think about was that woman that came up to him. He wondered why that one woman thought so much of the house that he built for her. How he did something so great for her that she felt compelled to hug him. People had been grateful to him before but never had they been that grateful. Usually they would just come up to him as a family and thank him but no this was different, it was like this was the fist decency ever done to her. Mookie noticed that something was wrong; Jason hadn’t finished his tacos yet.
“What’s up man?” Mookie asked.
“Nothing, why,” Jason responded with an unsteady tone.
“Just looks like something is wrong.”
“Nope,” Jason lied still thinking about it. While eating his tacos he started to forget about it and focus more on the beautiful yellow shell in front of him. Just as he was finishing his church van pulled up and yelled at him to get in. They were going back across the border, their day of building houses was over but he knew he would be back and he would never forget about that woman.

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Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting.
“Hi Bob,” she said in a happily
“Hey Angela,” he replied in a tone that sounded like a constipated elephant.
“You like the movie?” Angela asked
“Yeah, but I have to go to the bathroom,” still in that constipated tone
“Then go, it sounds like you really need to.”
“But this is the best scene.”
“He’s going to the bathroom on the movie.”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what? It’s a boring scene.”
“Whatever ill go” he blurted out. He was a cheetah in getting back to the seat.
“It took you like 30 seconds to go to the bathroom.”
“I sprinted and took a power poo,” he said in a puff.
“Of course you did.”
Angela got up and never talked to Bob again.