Ring Name: Lil Firecracker
Background: I've currently been arm wrestling for 7 years professionally and 10 years out-of-ring. My name derived from the fact that I'm a small redhead. Do not let my size seize to amaze you. Opponents who don't know me are shocked by my strength and those I've fought will excuse it. I grew up in the slums of Philadelphia and have had to prepare myself for the worst. I'm the only in my family interested in the arm wrestling business.  
Relationship Status: I am currently married to Dom. Our relationship has had its up and downs due to my fame, but we've battled through it all. Previously, I was married to arm wrestler AceFace. People Magazine has made me aware that he will be there to witness this once in a lifetime match. I'm not surprised. AceFace and I do have a child together which Dom and I have raised successfully together. I give much of the credit to Dom, considering I'm away many days training and arm wrestling.
Stats: The match against Latina Heat on February 17, 2011 will be my 256th match. My record is 250(wins):6(losses)
Injuries: Carpel Tunnel

Before the arm wrestling match, I would just like to say that I am not intimidated by the size of my opponent. I'm always the smallest and yet still one of the strongest. I know that Latina Heat has a good record, but I've had much more experience on and off the ring.

After discussing with Michelle the ideas for my twitterive, I realized a few issues that I might have to face. One would be, where should I focus my story? Is it OK that I'm using two different places: my bedroom at home and my bedroom away at school? Also, should I include certain details that stray away from my grandmothers death? Examples: dog's death, suicide, and ex-boyfriend. Talking about my twitterive also made me more excited to go home and find different things that I can include in picture format. (scanned images, letters, recipe, memorabilia) Also, I found myself questioning exactly how I got from college back home for my grandmother's funeral. Did my ex pick me up or did one of my family members? I feel as though I have a pretty decent grip on where I want my story to go. However, I feel as though I am speaking from my own personal experience so I might lack to include vital details that the reader may need to better understand where I am coming from and the feelings that I experienced at the time. I am planning to include many different genres and may need to cut out some that aren't directly affective.

Have you ever felt like you could write, if only given a direction to aim with little restrictions? The writings that we have composed so far in class have led me to feel more successful because we are doing just that. We are given a slight direction as to how to write, but not limited by what to write. I truly feel as though I have been thrown outside of my normal writing habits and been able to explore various creative styles. I already feel as though I have grown as a writer, if even in the slightest way. 
    By taking a quote out of Anzadula's piece and creating my very own micro-fiction, I was able to use my own experiences and ideas for writing and include a thought of hers as well. It was not hard for me to decide upon a quote in the article and put it into my own story. I knew that I did not want to go along with the language barrier because I have little to no experience with it. Instead, I chose a quote that I knew could take me anywhere I felt appropriate.
    As for creating the micro-fiction from my tweet, I felt as though I was more critical on what I could have tweeted about previously. I searched through my tweets thinking, "I could have been more descriptive". 
    I really enjoyed creating the Haiku and found poem. When creating the Haiku based upon the micro-fiction, I felt a little challenged. However, I really enjoyed taking on that minor challenge and feeling successful with my final piece. While creating the 'found poem', I was inspired. I already decided at this point what my twitterive was going to be based on. Therefore, I used 10 tweets that included something that went along with that topic/place. After reading the comments and re-reading through my poem, I was happy with the product. Not only did I create a poem, but I created a piece that will most likely get included into my twitterive assignment.

Haiku used blog post "Micro-fiction from Tweet"

I put on my coat,
a waft of cigarette smoke,
throat scratchy and dry.

Looking out my dorm,
light dusting of snow fallen,
a hideous thing.

Angrily switch out,
Nike Air sneakers to boots,
I trot off to class.

The wintery mix,
I forgot my book off the shelf,
Oh well-for not now.

Here are ten tweets that I wrote all at different time periods dealing with different situations. After reading these tweets, I created a poem dealing with my Grandmothe
#1 It's so cold in my house that my cat is curled up underneath my comforter
# 2 i love how clear the night sky has been.
# 3 should a child be forgiven for bad behaviors if its a result of lack of meds?
# 4 So tired because I procrastinated on doing my blog response and did it after the Linkin Park concert last night. #wrt3 no sleep stinks
# 5 Is it weird that my familiar place is also an unfamiliar place?
# 6 in rememberance..you are always with me http://twitpic.com/3xswf9
# 7 5 Years ago today..R.I.P. Grandmom. You're always with me.
# 8 After she passed and I moved back home, I didn't sleep in my bedroom for some time because she was the last one to sleep there. #twitterive
# 9 The only picture that she had in my bedroom, her last room, was one of me in a frame that says "I love my grandma" from yrs ago. #twitterive
# 10 After calling me to say that her lung cancer was cleared up, she unexpectedly passed from an aortic anuerism. #twitterive

 “Five Years Ago Today”

I moved back home
didn't sleep in my bedroom
she was the last one to sleep there.

So tired, no sleep
I love the night sky.

It's so cold in my house.
The only picture was of me.
You're always with me.

Should a child be forgiven?
My bedroom, her last room.

I love my grandma
R.I.P.

Tweet: “What is it that changes snow from being such a beautiful thing to such a hideous thing from childhood to adulthood?"
I chose to write about this specific tweet because I am really ready for Spring to be here.

As I put on my coat, I get a waft of cigarette smoke. Ugh! That’s what I get for hanging out with a crowd full of smokers. My throat is still scratchy and dry from my allergy to the death stick. Looking out of my dorm room window for the first time this morning, I realize that sometime between 2:35 a.m. and 8 a.m. a light dusting of snow had fallen. Maybe if I watched the weather channel last night instead of being poorly convinced to go to a frat party I would have expected it. What is it that changes snow from being such a beautiful thing to such a hideous thing from childhood to adulthood? If I were headed to my elementary school around the block rather than a college course approximately 5 buildings away, I’d be jumping for joy. Instead, I angrily switch out of my pink and black Nike Air sneakers to my N.Y.C. rain‐boots. As I trot off to class, sloshing through the wintery mix, I realize that I forgot to grab my book for class off of the shelf. Oh well. I am not heading back now.

“For the longest time I couldn’t figure it out. Then it dawned on me.” (How to Tame a Tongue by Anzaldua, 2951)

I decided to use this quote in my micro-fiction because without having an idea for a story pre-planned, this opens many doors. I feel like this quote could be inserted into any story that you so please. Here’s where I decided to go with it. Hope you enjoy!

Even though there were two children absent, I can still remember at one point in the work-day stopping and thinking ‘how could it possibly get any louder in this 20 x 15 classroom’? One kid was throwing a temper tantrum about his dad packing him a crappy lunch, punching his desk and yelling obscene language. Another was slamming his desk up and down on the floor trying to get attention. Our typically poorly behaved boy was sitting in the back corner with his helmet on repeating, “This is my consequence”. One weekend away from the ruckus and you forget just how loud your typical day is. Sitting at my desk eating my jalapeño cheese pretzel from Wawa, I realize that there is a gooey substance on the edge of my desk. It was light green in color and smeared. Are there really boogers on my desk? No…maybe someone dripped hand sanitizer. “For the longest time I couldn’t figure it out. Then it dawned on me.” Silly putty! Go figure. The child that I work with has autism. Part of his therapy to gain fine-motor skills is to play with the putty during down time. I’m shaken from my thoughts when a water bottle whizzes past my shoulder. Even after leaving work with a headache and bruises every other day, I still love my job.

"Making love with the windows open and then lie there listening to the mariachi music that pumps through her Houston barrio neighborhood." (Stern, 43) "Her bloodprints in the sand like valentines." (Stern, 102) " "[ ] my head delirious so much I thought I was going blind twice a day [ ]." (Ondaatje, 32)
    After reading both of these articles, I realize that the connection between the two different authors involves incredibly intense language. Their use of description is astounding. Another connection that I made between the two authors is the use of run-on sentences. Due to the descriptions used, they add so many details into one sentence. The last story in Micro Fiction, Waiting by Peggy McNally, is all one sentence long. It's not poorly written, however, because as a reader I did not recognize no use of sentences until reading through it a second time.
    Having read these articles, I plan to make sure that my work includes a lot of detail and physically descriptive language. It makes the reader truly engaged in the physical setting of the story and keeps them involved as if becoming their own character in the story. It also makes the reader truly think about the use of metaphors.