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movement reflection observation What follows is something that took me about ten minutes or so to write in class on Tuesday. The instructions that we were given were simple. All that we were told was that we were to talk about what we did on our spring break using a third person narration. Ahem. My story begins. He had dreaded going to the repair shop. Cars weren't something that he knew, he just drove them. It didn't bother him that other people had to fix his car. He'd rather stay clean. The garage was just down the road from where he worked and he was surprised to see people already there when he pulled into the parking lot. Once inside he approached the counter and hoped for the best. He hadn't made an appointment and asked if this would be a problem. The man on the other side of the counter replied that they always had time. Oh, a comedian he said to himself, then described the problem, filled out the paperwork and took a seat. The Today Show was on the television in the corner. The appeal of Katie Couric was something that he could never quite understand. To his left was a man reading a book. He couldn't make out the title even though he tried. On his right was a middle aged woman. End of story. Now none of this sounds too different from what I do here, but I did like the brief comments that she jotted down at the bottom of the paper. nice mix of
... Three days later, what I wrote above seems raw and unfinished to me, but my personality still comes through. That is definitely me in my staccato like fashion of expressing myself. Brief and to the point with very little if any embellishment. Okay, maybe some here and there added for flavor. Those two hours spent sitting in that garage were a strain for me. Morning television is not something that I tolerate very well and by the third hour I was off to the mall across the parking lot.
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