Critical Expressivism- Theory and Practice in the Composition Classroom, 2014a
Critical Expressivism- Theory and Practice in the Composition Classroom, 2014a
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Newkirk<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>in</strong>voluntarily hushed “No! No!” <strong>in</strong> Susanna’s ear. She<br />
caught herself <strong>and</strong> slowly turned to look at me <strong>and</strong> gave me a<br />
nervous giggle.<br />
My stomach sank so low it might as well have fallen to my<br />
feet. I had to try so hard to not cry <strong>in</strong> that moment. An <strong>in</strong>tense,<br />
sharp pa<strong>in</strong> stabbed <strong>in</strong>to my heart <strong>and</strong> stomach. It hurt<br />
so much that I felt like puk<strong>in</strong>g for a split second. That was <strong>the</strong><br />
first moment I realized how alone <strong>and</strong> unwanted I truly was.<br />
It had manifested before my eyes. I had never actually seen or<br />
heard anyone display <strong>the</strong>ir disapproval of me before. To this<br />
day, I still cannot look Megan <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> eyes without th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g<br />
about <strong>the</strong> cookie <strong>in</strong>cident. To this day, I feel <strong>the</strong> same stab <strong>in</strong><br />
my heart <strong>and</strong> stomach when I th<strong>in</strong>k about it.<br />
The rest of sixth grade <strong>and</strong> seventh grade cont<strong>in</strong>ued on very<br />
much <strong>the</strong> same way. There were endless displays of “No! No!”<br />
detonat<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my face every day. Whe<strong>the</strong>r it was a hushed giggle<br />
accompanied by a f<strong>in</strong>ger po<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my direction amongst<br />
a couple of girls, <strong>the</strong> rumors about how I was a compulsive<br />
liar <strong>and</strong> ate lard for breakfast, or even <strong>the</strong> obese, ugly cartoon<br />
draw<strong>in</strong>gs of me that were left <strong>in</strong> my locker, it was made clear<br />
to me that my lonel<strong>in</strong>ess <strong>and</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> would last for a long time.<br />
She completely closed herself off from <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> world. “I was a bottle of<br />
thoroughly shaken soda pop just wait<strong>in</strong>g to explode.” And <strong>in</strong> fact, near <strong>the</strong> end<br />
of <strong>the</strong> paper she describes cutt<strong>in</strong>g herself:<br />
I took my razor from <strong>the</strong> shower <strong>and</strong> slashed my wrist with<br />
it three times. It felt good. The release of pa<strong>in</strong> was extraord<strong>in</strong>ary.<br />
I wanted to cut more. I wanted to go all up <strong>and</strong> down<br />
my arm, but I knew I would get caught cutt<strong>in</strong>g myself if I<br />
did that, so I stopped after three cuts. I carefully put my razor<br />
back <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> shower, turned <strong>the</strong> water on, <strong>and</strong> washed away all<br />
<strong>the</strong> blood, snot, <strong>and</strong> tears, cleans<strong>in</strong>g myself once more.<br />
At this po<strong>in</strong>t her paper shifts abruptly to <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>sight or underst<strong>and</strong><strong>in</strong>g she<br />
wants <strong>the</strong> narrative to convey:<br />
While I never acquired scars from my razor-<strong>in</strong>cident, I’ve<br />
never fully recovered from those four years. My body is still<br />
an open wound that I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k will ever be healed. And<br />
as much as I wish I had a happy <strong>and</strong> normal adolescence, I<br />
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