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Report 1
Report 1
Daniel Perez
Adrian Comly
English 1010
11 April 2018
impressive and essay worthy. That’s not because I don’t write, nor because I am no good at
writing. It’s more because I don’t write that often and I am less than mediocre at it….
LOL…(not even the crickets are chirping). Instead of being a normal post high school jock and
beating up a punching bag or hitting the gym, I bust out my Pilot G-2 .05 pen to express my
feelings. My “portrait” consists of 1st world problems and petty complaint dressed in poetry and
executed with sloppy penmanship. Buuuuuuut, we all need to blow off steam somehow, right?
Well, then let me paint for you my portrait, so as you follow along you can see what I
see. First, my masterpiece starts off with my mood swings and current situations. This will show
you why I complain so much and how I feel about my situation. Second, ranting/venting. Self
explanatory, but this is my silent, imaginary pacing and yelling puked out on a 6 by 6 piece of
lined paper. This is how I blow off steam which ties the pretty bow of my portrait. Lastly, the
Christian trademark of “generating hope” in most of my poems. This is the stabilizing factor that
To give some important background to this particular portrait, these all originate from my
LDS mission down in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The armpit of the world as I like to call it. Don’t
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get me wrong, I loved my mission and it was the best 2 years for my life, but it was definitely an
intriguing experience, preaching in a 3rd world country. So without further transition, about 14
months into my service, I had gone through a lot of trials: lazy companions, being robbed,
rejection, and living with no power nor water, etc. But I also have had a lot of incredible
experiences: baptisms, witnessed miracles, and restoration of light and water! But I always
seemed to have been affected more by the negative than the positive. I’ve expressed, “Sitting
here stuck frozen in time” (T.A. 3) or “ I was transferred to a super dangerous area with a lazy
companion” (Reflections 2). I’ve noticed that depending on my situation or area I was in and
with a certain companion that wasn't to my liking or expectations, it irritated me. It felt like time
was glacier like, and also like nothing was going my way. I feel like this is because I’ve had
great companions with great success and when I was sent to a new area with a new companion
that wasn't like the previous, I became bitter. But writing this out has served as a resource in my
life, to get me through these issues. As I bite my tongue I let it all out on paper to keep myself
Venting/Ranting
I assume that everyone vents and/or rants to something or someone. There are the typical
grunting-pacing people, the sobbing the world hates me people, the gabgillion words in one
breath under 30 seconds people, etc. But for this ol chap, I am a little old fashion. So poetry is a
big resource for me to not commit suicide…. or homicide. I like to think I am creative with how
I express my rants and venting, “Time is a paradoxical zombie” (T.A. 1) also, “sitting here, stuck
frozen in time, rotting into my future.” (T.A. 3) Again, this is correlated with my previous topic
of moods and current situations. I’ve noted that I don't really rant or I don't really like to rant, so
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to spare those around me from that. I like to try to creatively jot them down. My rants were brief
but for me they felt like a million words, even when I wrote, “The transfer was a drag”
(Reflections ) or “I moved a lot… I hate moving” (Narrative). Writing down these simple
phrases of intense emotions has helped me control my anger. I have learned to cool down and
address my problems better this way. There was a time with a certain companion who wouldnt
get up. We have sooo much to get done in the morning before we leave at 10am every morning
and this companion was making it particularly difficult. So after my patience wore thin of trying
to nicely get him to get up I stormed into the kitchen filled up the biggest cup of water and
dumped it all over him! And he still didnt get up, so before commiting suicide or homicide, I sat
down and burned my thoughts into my notebook and felt relief overcome my body.
Generating Hope
Now as I went about writing poetry I was often asked if I had a purpose to my writing or
if my poems had a purpose. Now at first, I didn't know what that meant and my answer was
usually “no” or “I don’t know”. So as I continued to write poetry, especially out on my LDS
mission, the main purpose was to deal with my moods and situations and not have to violently
vent to those around me. But I always found myself in the middle of poetry, worse than before. I
felt more despair, and I sunk more into what was happening. Aside from being a Christian, I
wanted to change my mood not just vomit it out on paper. I’ve vomited, “The end of a lazy
companion.” (Reflections ) and also “ lets treasure these times but refuse to bury them deep
inside” (T.A. 3). I’ve noticed that instead of ending my poems with the negative emotions I try to
throw in any glimmer of hope. I’ve stated, “ I thought of a better time/place.” (Reflections )
Whether that was in the mission or field, in the past or the future, these poems have served and
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continue to serve as a lighthouse for me. During times of trial, I often write poetry yes, but I also
re-read my poems to remind myself that I was there before and I've gotten out of it at the end.
This is the biggest part of my portrait as a resource in my life. There were times in my mission
where I was robbed, arrested, and had my faith contested. Looking back on how my poems
Conclusion
Well there is no poem or fancy way to wrap this up but I think the subtitle and this
sentence should give me the credit I’m hoping for. Poetry for me, is expression, therapeutic, and
guidance. I’ve had my eyes opened up to how important poetry has been and is in my life. I've
seen how I am a wuss in my life and complain about my situation and moods (but at least no one
has to hear about it haha). I’ve seen how my vomiting of complaints has served me well in not
getting in fights and more clearly be able to make decisions ( kind of). Lastly, I don’t become
suicidal due to my poems. It helps me trudge along and to also give me a friendly reminder from