In class, we’ve talked about the significance of narrative and story in our lives. That includes our own stories. We all have a life narrative in our heads, a story we tell ourselves about who we are and how we got to be where we are today. And in that story, for the most part, we’re the good guys. We’re the heroes of our own tales.
But we’re not always the good guys.
In this journal entry, I want you to tell me two stories about yourself. In the first one, I want you to tell me about a time you were the hero, the good guy (or girl, as it were). In the second one, tell me about a time you were the bad guy.
The second story might require some reflection on your part. It might involve thinking about some things you’re not proud of. It might involve looking at a past conflict you were part of from another person’s point of view. After all, in their story, they were the hero, and you were the villain.
For fairness, I’ll give you an example: If I were writing on this prompt, my “hero” story might be about the time I waited for the ambulance with a homeless woman who’d been clipped by a bus. My “villain” story might be about the time I switched out my living preference form without telling my would-be roommate, screwing him out of our planned living situation. Or the time, driving home from work one night, that I repeatedly flashed my high beams at some kids who were playing in the street.
Each story should be at least 100 words. Due Sunday, Sep 29 by midnight.