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- 1. Module 05 Written Assignment - Disorders Worksheet Instructions: For each disorder in the tables below, identify the major symptoms and characteristics. Feel free to refer to your readings and course materials. Be sure to list your references in APA format. Anxiety Disorders Major Symptoms/Characteristics Generalized Anxiety Disorder Phobias Specific Phobia Social Phobia Agoraphobia Panic Disorder Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Mood Disorders Major Symptoms/Characteristics Major Depression Bipolar Disorder Schizophrenia Major Symptoms/Characteristics
- 2. Schizophrenia Personality Disorders Major Symptoms/Characteristics Antisocial Personality Disorder Dissociative Disorders Dissociative Identity Disorder Borderline Personality Disorder References Studies in Narrative EW #2 Dr. Terri Hasseler Narrative Workshop (Bessie Head), Part I Assignment: Below is the first part of Bessie Head's "flash fiction" piece, "Looking for a Rain God." Tonight, I am going to ask you to practice being a fiction writer. It is lonely at the lands where the people go to plough. These lands are vast clearings in the bush, and the wild bush is lonely too. Nearly all the lands are within walking distance from the village. In some parts of the bush where the underground water is very near the surface, people made little rest camps for themselves and dug shallow wells to quench their thirst while
- 3. on their journey to their own lands. They experienced all kinds of things once they left the village. They could rest at shady watering places full of lush, tangled trees with delicate pale- gold and purple wildflowers springing up between soft green moss and the children could hunt around for wild figs and any berries that might be in season. But from 1958, a seven-year drought fell upon the land and even the watering places began to look as dismal as the dry open thornbush country; the leaves of the trees curled up and withered; the moss became dry and hard and, under the shade of the tangled trees, the ground turned a powdery black and white, because there was no rain. People said rather humorously that if you tried to catch the rain in a cup it would only fill a teaspoon. Toward the beginning of the seventh year of drought, the summer had become an anguish to live through. The air was so dry and moisture-free that it burned the skin. No one knew what to do to escape the heat and tragedy was in the air. At the beginning of that summer, a number of men just went out of their homes and hung themselves to death from trees. The majority of the people had lived off crops, but for two years past they had all returned from the lands with only their rolled-up skin blankets and cooking utensils. Only the charlatans, incanters, and witch doctors made a pile of money during this time because people were always turning to them in desperation for little talismans and herbs to rub on the plough for the crops to grow and the rain to fall. The rains were late that year. They came in early November, with a promise of good rain. It wasn’t the full, steady downpour of the years of good rain but thin, scanty, misty rain. It softened the earth and a rich growth of green things sprang up everywhere for the animals to eat. People were called to the center of the village to hear the proclamation of the beginning of the ploughing season; they stirred themselves and whole families began to move off to the lands to plough. The family of the old man, Mokgobja, were among those who
- 4. left early for the lands. They had a donkey cart and piled everything onto it, Mokgobja—who was over seventy years old; two girls, Neo and Boseyong; their mother Tiro and an unmarried sister, Nesta; and the father and supporter of the family, Ramadi, who drove the donkey cart. In the rush of the first hope of rain, the man, Ramadi, and the two women, cleared the land of thornbush and then hedged their vast plowing area with this same thornbush to protect the future crop from the goats they had brought along for milk. They cleared out and deepened the old well with its pool of muddy water and still in this light, misty rain, Ramadi inspanned two oxen and turned the earth over with a hand plough. The land was ready and ploughed, waiting for the crops. At night, the earth was alive with insects singing and rustling about in search of food. But suddenly, by mid-November, the rain flew away; the rain clouds fled away and left the sky bare. The sun danced dizzily in the sky, with a strange cruelty. Each day the land was covered in a haze of mist as the sun sucked up the last drop of moisture out of the earth. The family sat down in despair, waiting and waiting. Their hopes had run so high; the goats had started producing milk, which they had eagerly poured on their porridge, now they ate plain porridge with no milk. It was impossible to plant the corn, maize, pumpkin, and watermelon seeds in the dry earth. They sat the whole day in the shadow of the huts and even stopped thinking, for the rain had fled away. Only the children, Neo and Boseyong, were quite happy in their little-girl world. They carried on with their game of making house like their mother and chattered to each other in light, soft tones. They made children from sticks around which they tied rags, and scolded them severely in an exact imitation of their own mother. Their voices could be heard scolding the day long: “You stupid thing, when I send you to draw water, why do you spill half of it out of the bucket!” “You stupid thing! Can’t you mind the porridge pot without letting the porridge burn!” And then they would beat the rag dolls on their
- 5. bottoms with severe expressions. The adults paid no attention to this; they did not even hear the funny chatter; they sat waiting for rain; their nerves were stretched to breaking-point willing the rain to fall out of the sky. Nothing was important, beyond that. All their animals had been sold during the bad years to purchase food, and of all their herd only two goats were left. It was the women of the family who finally broke down under the strain of waiting for rain. . . . _____________________________________________________ _________________________ First of all, read the piece above (with pencil in hand) several times--and read it aloud. Then, in your exploratory piece, respond to the following writing prompts. This story is incomplete. What I would like you to do is complete the story. Don't go and look up the story since if you do you will have missed entirely the point of this exercise. Do consider the tone, the images, the stylistic elements, the techniques, the characters, the suggestions offered, and consider where you think this piece is headed. How might this end according to what you have been presented in the first portion of the story? After you have written your ending, write a paragraph which explains which descriptive, associative and interpretive materials you used to help you make decisions about how the story was going to develop. Note: There is no right or wrong answer here, and I am not trying to gain the upper hand by keeping the second part of the story from you. What I am asking you to do is to pay close attention to the way you make meaning out of a piece of fiction—how you make sense of the words, how you relate yourself to the situation, how you construct expectations for the
- 6. way the plot is likely to proceed, how you shape an understanding of the speaker. I will not evaluate your ideas according to how well you guess what I am thinking or what Head is thinking, but according to how well you apply yourself to making your meaning in the piece.