Here I will post drafts of my Hiraeth Assignment. In my ENG 100 class we were assigned a project that focused around the word "Hiraeth." This is a Welsh term that is the feeling or a longing to return to a place that you once belonged or a place you wish to have been. This is a form of homesickness and a form of nostalgia. Our first step in the process of this assignment was to do research and grasp the meaning of the topic we would be further advancing. We started with the Hiraeth Project Discussion. We were asked to define it in the way we understood it. We were then asked to create a draft called My Hiraeth. This assignment was to test out the waters to see if this was the topic we would like to expand upon for our Final Hiraeth Assignment. During this we also had the opportunity to scope out some music that had a sense of this topic. I provided a Hiraeth Example by using the song The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert. When it was all said and done we were asked to take the time to reflect on our assignments and write what we thought worked and what we needed to improve on. Thi was called the Hiraeth Writing Process Reflection. This did in fact help because I could identify my strengths and weaknesses.
DRAFT 1:
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. The thrill of the races and the closeness that I shared with my teammates is something I wish I could return to. My teammates and I practiced day and night in preparation for the National Championship. As we make our way up the start line at the SRAA National Championship,the nerves intensify. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, anxiously awaiting the start.The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary. As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold". Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. This race plays through my mind all the time because now that I have graduated I can no longer go back to it. I wish I could return to the excitement and the dedication that was poured into this.
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. The thrill of the races and the closeness that I shared with my teammates is something I wish I could return to. My teammates and I practiced day and night in preparation for the National Championship. As we make our way up the start line at the SRAA National Championship,the nerves intensify. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, anxiously awaiting the start.The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary. As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold". Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. This race plays through my mind all the time because now that I have graduated I can no longer go back to it. I wish I could return to the excitement and the dedication that was poured into this.
DRAFT 2:
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
As we make our way up the start line at the SRAA National Championship, the nerves intensify. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, anxiously awaiting the start.The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary. As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold".
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. The thrill of the races and the closeness that I shared with my teammates is something I wish I could return to. My teammates and I practiced day and night in preparation for the National Championship. Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. This race plays through my mind all the time because now that I have graduated I can no longer go back to it. I wish I could return to the excitement and the dedication that was poured into this.
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
As we make our way up the start line at the SRAA National Championship, the nerves intensify. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, anxiously awaiting the start.The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary. As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold".
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. The thrill of the races and the closeness that I shared with my teammates is something I wish I could return to. My teammates and I practiced day and night in preparation for the National Championship. Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. This race plays through my mind all the time because now that I have graduated I can no longer go back to it. I wish I could return to the excitement and the dedication that was poured into this.
FINAL DRAFT:
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary.
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. I've never been very close to my family and I had trouble communicating my situations with my anyone in my family. However, when I joined the crew team I was able to open up and actually communicate without feeling guilty about it. The girls on the team were truly my best friends on and off the river. We all knew each others secrets and problems but used that as a way of becoming closer while racing. I would connect with each individual rower, calling out their names and reminding them of what they need improvement on or what gets them really moving. As close as our team was, each individual boat was even closer. We all had our own personalized race plans and exercises based on the needs of the rowers in the boat.
Being a coxswain is not as easy as one may think. Many people think that a coxswain is a person who sits in the front of the boat a yells, "Stroke!" However, this is not the case. Being a coxswain requires strong leadership skills along with having full awareness at all times. This position is very important when ensuring the rowers safety. Being aware of other boats and all of the trash and tree debris. Coxswains are seen to be the co-coach in the boat. The need to be aware of the mistakes that the rowers are making and maintain the ability to correct those mistakes on command is crucial. I have learned to work well under pressure and keep my control in tough situations. The hardest part about this position is watching the physical pain that the rowers endure everyday. I watched and observed how the girls would push themselves over and beyond expectations for the sake of themselves, the coaches, and their teammates. I witnessed the girls vomiting, crying, sweating, wincing, and having many blisters form and pop all over the inside of their once soft hands.With the leadership skills I developed within the sport I was named senior captain. I was completely self driven to work with my team and provide them with the abilities I have as a individual athlete. I continuously worked hard everyday, striving to better myself in many different fields because, my role is very important to myself and my team.
As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. By this point I can hear every rower crying and whimpering because of the pain. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold".
Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. It took every bit of practice to get to this point and it was shown during this race. I truly wish I could return to the closeness I had with these girls in the boat. Once we crossed the finish line I knew it was all over. We were all graduating and going in other directions. To this day we still have yet to communicate with each other. It's crazy how you could be so close and familiar with people and within a short period of time it all disappears.
Time flies quickly, then it's over.
The light goes off and I feel the boat move with such power as each stroke is taken. There is a rush of water beneath the crisp white shell I remind the rowers to sit up, and breathe. Each and every individual athlete sitting before me looks with deep concentration and dedication. With every squared blade buried deep into the water, the rower’s bodies are aligned with their oars, I gently reminded them, "This is your last race as a high school athlete, what are you going to do about it?" The rowers are exhausted, and are feeling beat not knowing where they are in comparison to their competition. I find my rhythm and control as I correct and remind the athletes to do the same. While the rowers push onward, I keep my voice controlled and remind them that pain is only temporary.
For the past 4 years of high school I woke up at 4am every morning to practice for the big races and to better myself to be recruited as a D1 athlete. I spent more hours at the boathouse then I did at my own house. I created such a strong relationship with my teammates that they felt like my actual sisters. I've never been very close to my family and I had trouble communicating my situations with my anyone in my family. However, when I joined the crew team I was able to open up and actually communicate without feeling guilty about it. The girls on the team were truly my best friends on and off the river. We all knew each others secrets and problems but used that as a way of becoming closer while racing. I would connect with each individual rower, calling out their names and reminding them of what they need improvement on or what gets them really moving. As close as our team was, each individual boat was even closer. We all had our own personalized race plans and exercises based on the needs of the rowers in the boat.
Being a coxswain is not as easy as one may think. Many people think that a coxswain is a person who sits in the front of the boat a yells, "Stroke!" However, this is not the case. Being a coxswain requires strong leadership skills along with having full awareness at all times. This position is very important when ensuring the rowers safety. Being aware of other boats and all of the trash and tree debris. Coxswains are seen to be the co-coach in the boat. The need to be aware of the mistakes that the rowers are making and maintain the ability to correct those mistakes on command is crucial. I have learned to work well under pressure and keep my control in tough situations. The hardest part about this position is watching the physical pain that the rowers endure everyday. I watched and observed how the girls would push themselves over and beyond expectations for the sake of themselves, the coaches, and their teammates. I witnessed the girls vomiting, crying, sweating, wincing, and having many blisters form and pop all over the inside of their once soft hands.With the leadership skills I developed within the sport I was named senior captain. I was completely self driven to work with my team and provide them with the abilities I have as a individual athlete. I continuously worked hard everyday, striving to better myself in many different fields because, my role is very important to myself and my team.
As I make the calls to shift into a power state and slightly increasing the rate of the slide, the boat starts to move ahead. I tell the rowers, "You're in control now girls, pushing ahead!" The audience roars as the rowers breathe heavily. By this point I can hear every rower crying and whimpering because of the pain. I turn my head to see that the boat I am sitting in is pushing from second to first place. All of the dedication and hard work put into practices is paying off. Reminding the athletes of the amount of time left and where their competition is what gets the rowers motivated. The athletes use every bit of energy and power left in them and push forward. I make the call telling them, "You're in first, give me everything you have left and take the gold".
Nothing can describe the way I feel when the boat crosses the finish line after winning gold. The athletes are crying from the pain and the accomplishment. I can see the sweat glistening on their tired bodies. Reaching back, I grab my bow seats hand saying, "I've never been so proud of you Tor, you deserve the title of being first in the Nation!". I feel like a proud mother knowing that the rowers in the boat have used everything they had to push through to win first. It took every bit of practice to get to this point and it was shown during this race. I truly wish I could return to the closeness I had with these girls in the boat. Once we crossed the finish line I knew it was all over. We were all graduating and going in other directions. To this day we still have yet to communicate with each other. It's crazy how you could be so close and familiar with people and within a short period of time it all disappears.