Narrative Essay on Ms. Marvel/ Final

Pamela Quezada

ENG 102

21 March 2018

    Ms. Marvel comic we read in class had a boundary line in its realism and its fictional aspect of the story. Kamala Khan herself and the other characters were so humanistic that most of their characteristics crossed over that “line” and made it relatable to the readers. One of the scenes I could relate to the most was the family scenes Kamala had with her parents. Her mother appeared strict and unfair but appeared to hide her face after yelling as if she didn’t mean to say that and just expected better things from her only daughter. My mom as a Latina mother does the same thing when we get into heated arguments and seeing that made me feel a connection to the comic. Flashbacks of all the times I’ve let them down began to fill my head as I read on.

Since public school, I’ve always had a problem with finishing homework, and because of that, I never got the chance to get awards or anything. That problem was bad with my parents, who really wanted a kid to show off. They could always get my strong points, my tutoring other kids and my sports awards, but they mostly focused on scholar more, and expected more from me for all the sacrifices they have made in their lives. They already had enough problems with my sister and the disabilities she was born with, which is why all the pressure was usually put on me. With Kamala, her parents pull the same cards on her too, they mentioned the sacrifices that were made for her and her brother so that they could be great. However, both our parents only say it because they care, and they want to remind us of what it took to get us here in the first place. Another thing Kamala and I have in common is our need of helping people. Growing up, I’ve always been an athletic person, and a really curious kid. My curiosity got me in trouble a few times, but it also granted me a skill. I discovered a lot of things to learn in life, I played and mastered a bunch of sports, learned and practiced karate, and even learned 3 new languages besides Spanish. And all these skills and wisdom I never kept for myself, I always had that trait for helping others, so I share a lot of my skills through tutoring, training others, or even helping others with bullies. Like I said, my curiosity got me in trouble sometimes. I was always very protective over innocent and defenseless people, including my friends. Which was why I always took it very personally when someone crossed the line with them. I believed in fair treatment and in what was right. Kamala had a similar experience, since she had the same beliefs. Even though culturally women aren’t considered much, we still stay strong to prove those beliefs wrong. Kamala got a bigger opportunity when she was given powers by the Avengers themselves, since she also had a big heart to help others. Once granted with the powers, Kamala always seized the opportunity to help others, and once she got in trouble, her parents thought she was someone completely different, as if they did not recognize their daughter anymore. I connected with Kamala when reading that part, since I used to get the same talks once I got home. As much as we hate disappointing our parents, we can’t stop what we’re doing since helping others is in our nature.

Overall, Kamala Khan is a really relatable character to read about. I enjoyed making the connections and going on this journey as we ventured farther into the comic. Ms. Marvel was a great experience in comics for any person to start off with since she’s young and we can understand her perspective.

 

Reflective statement: I learned about how there are deep connections in the comic universe, with every different facial expression, or different dialog within the speech bubbles. I can use what I learned in perhaps other situations since you can always make a connection to what you’re reading about. The process of peer review has also helped my process since getting feedback on writing helps you see the errors in your work and how you can improve it.

Narrative Essay on Ms. Marvel Rough Rough Draft

Pamela Quezada

ENG 102

Professor Polish

21 March 2018

    Ms. Marvel comic we read in class had a boundary line in its realism and its fictional aspect of the story. Kamala Khan herself and the other characters were so humanistic that most of their characteristics crossed over that “line” and made it relatable to the readers. One of the scenes I could relate to the most was the family scenes Kamala had with her parents. Her mother appeared strict and unfair but appeared to hide her face after yelling as if she didn’t mean to say that and just expected better things from her only daughter. My mom as a Latina mother does the same thing when we get into heated arguments, and seeing that made me feel a connection to the comic. Flashbacks of the times I wasn’t enough for my parents began to fill my head as I read on. Kamala also has one older sibling, which is the same situation for me except I’ve got a sister who my parents spoil often. The cultural norms are one thing we’ve got different. My family isn’t very pushy when it comes to religion and our family culture, not as much as the rest of our family is at least. As I have written here, family is another key term in the comic.

Research Rough Draft

Q: How does a reserved person deal with traumatic memories or symptoms of PTSD?

Traumatic issues can happen to anyone, it is common, and you always need help going through it. Going through traumatic issues in life is always a difficult thing to go through on your own, and since some people do not always have the faith in them to talk to others about it, they can make it worse by bottling it up. Recovering from PTSD can have its steps, the most stressful one can be having flashbacks, “a sudden, vivid memory that makes you feel like you are experiencing your trauma all over again. It’s a physical feeling of being there, not just a normal memory where you are recalling what has happened.” (Deloe, Jami 2015). In the play, the main character anon experiences the same flashbacks, and describes his memories as if he were there as well; “where I come from there was a war that lasted so long. Where I come from bombs rained down from the sky night after night.” (Iizuka, Naomi pg.4) War can be a traumatic moment and have a big impact in anyone’s life, due to the stress, fear, and the loudness of it. Through his descriptions, we can see where anon comes from and see from his perspective. Psychologists even agree that “a sustained stressful experience that might involve multiple trauma types (e.g., experiences at war) are also vulnerable to memory distortion. In fact, traumatic memory distortion appears to follow a particular pattern: people tend to remember experiencing even more trauma than they actually did.” (Lents, Nathan H. 2016). Perhaps that is also why he has trouble accepting his real name to other strangers, his trust issues get to him and he is still haunted by his past.

 

Works Cited

Deloe, Jami. 2015. “How To Cope With Body Memories in PTSD Recovery.” Healthy Place.

https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/traumaptsdblog/2015/10/ptsd-recovery-dealing-with-body-memories/

Iizuka, Naomi. 2007. Anonymous. An Adaptation of The Odyssey.

Lents, Nathan H. 2016. “Trauma, PTSD, and Memory Distortion.” Psychology Today.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/beastly-behavior/201605/trauma-ptsd-and-memory-distortion

 

Questions:

Are my sources for my research topic good? Or should I get more sources?

Does my research topic fit the assignment?

Is my rough draft well cited and organized so far?

Poem For a Lady Whose Voice I Like, Final

Pamela Quezada

ENG 102

Professor Polish

23 March 2018

As she got up and put on her lingerie, she thought about how her life turned out, so much different than according to plan. She started packing what she needed, her uniforms, extra makeup, and platforms. The American dream was now far gone from her mind, just another damaged image from her past; but times had changed, she now had a new inspiration to look forward to now, for a better future. This was all for her. “This is for you my sunshine” she whispered under her breath. The sudden bell at the door interrupted her thoughts and she gathered her bags.

“I’ll see you soon my love.” She whispered as she kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Make sure she doesn’t stay up too long!” “Yes, Anna I’ll make sure of it!” reassured her sister.  As she shut off her favorite part in the world, she sulked off towards the other part of her life she dreaded existed. And as she walked, her mind started to wander again. She never thought she would bother her sister again after the big fight, but life has different ideas sometimes. She never thought she would move to the city either, but some people can convince you with the promises of dreams, only to shatter them at your feet when the time comes. The city life can really have an impact on you when you realize just how serious the competition is, and how often you must deal with the negative people you have to meet along the way. As she neared the entrance, she looked up at the neon strip club sign and thought of how fast 2 years can pass by at this dreadful place. Just before stepping in she put on the most important part of her uniform, her mask to match the others.

The familiar smell of body odor and alcohol instantly hit her, along with the music echoing in the rooms. She headed off towards the back where her other co-workers were. “Anna!” Everyone greeted her. She looked around at the familiar females who still stood strong, unable to be completely knocked down by the life challenges thrown their way and cracked a smile.  “Glad you’re finally here Anna.” A sinking feeling came over as she spun around to her see her manager walking towards her. “There’s a client in the back who specifically requested you.” A smile immediately ran away from her face for a second, but he knew she had to keep strong. She walked towards the back rooms where the more private dances were requested. Sitting in the room waiting was a man in his late 50’s, a suit, and a smug face making his ego shine. She sighed and started with a lap dance, following her normal routine. As she danced, he started speaking to her, really low so that only she would hear. “You know I’ve been admiring that pretty little body for a while now…” he started off. She brushed him off and continued. The more he talked, the more she ignored him, until he just had enough. “HEY!” he snapped. “You know any girl would be dyin to be in your shoes for this opportunity. What makes you think you’re so special??” So he said: “you ain’t got no talent if you didn’t have a face you wouldn’t be nobody”. And she said: “god created heaven and earth and that’s all that’s Black within them”. So he said: “you ain’t really no hot shit they tell me plenty sisters take better business than you”. And she said “on the third day he made chitterlings and all good things to eat and said ‘that’s good’”. So he said: “if the white folks hadn’t been under yo skirt and been giving you the big play you’d a had to come on uptown like everybody else.” And she relied: “then he took a big Black greasy rib from Adam and said we will call this woeman and her name will be sapphire and she will divide into four parts that simone may sing a song.” And he said: “you pretty full of yourself ain’t chu”. So she replied: “show me someone not full of herself and I’ll show you a hungry person.” 

Reflection:

During the process of writing this fanfic, I learned how to write based on 3rd person, which was something I usually struggled with. It helped me strengthen my writing and it was something I enjoyed.