On Sunday we experienced some things that we have never experienced before. While we were walking to the unit, we heard screams coming from the lock unit. As we were leaving, we also saw a big group of boys waving at us from their unit next to unit 53. Overall I loved having this experience and I would really enjoy continuing it next semester. Overall, I enjoyed this book more than.

After hearing such amazing tellings from the rest of the class I knew it would be hard to tell my fairytale.

Came across this word today, and I think it applies beautifully to our experiences at Bon Air, when we began to see the inmates as more than just people who have been convicted, and instead as people with a story and a background. Story As A Way of Knowing Reflection. Not the Convict I was Expecting.

Story as a Way of Knowing. Narrative of the Life of F. If so, why are the white sailing ships the symbols for freedom? Is it because of the color or is it because the sails look like the wings of angels? I think the beauty of this elusiveness brings out a certain point that freedom can come in various forms.

We also talked about the different books we had read over the years, and it turns out that we had read a lot of the same ones. We enjoyed discussing the different storylines of each novel we both had read, and compared notes on how well written we thought they were. It was great to connect with her on this because we spent time mentioning written text through the act of storytelling. Story As a Way of Knowing Reflection.