9/5- I forgot about the mano in my bookbag since Friday. Luckily it’s fine and not letting out a putrid smell or anything. The first thing I noticed about the mango was its color began to severely fade away. It was not as vibrant as it was on the day I bought it from the grocery store. It reminds me of your hair when you get older. The older it gets the pigment begins to fade itself out, but this is what I expected to happen. Also, the mango had tripled the amount of holes and “bruises” since the first day. It started to gross me out because it began to look like a teenager’s face, if you really looked at it. It almost resembles blackheads and I hate how I thought of it like that now. When I first got the mango, it was more tougher. However, it’s a lot more squishy now and definitely not as smooth.
9/6- Today we shall mourn about the death of my mango. My dad did not get the memo that the mango was literally my homework. I told my mother about the dilemma, but she missed the point of the problem that my homework was unfinished, and she was more upset of the fact that she did not get to eat the mango. The mango did not have a glorious way out either, it was shoveled out with a spoon. I wondered how it tasted but I also pleased that I didn’t since it was in my bag for 2 days, maybe I should ask my dad how it tasted. I’d imagined the mango wouldn’t have looked relatively different from yesterday, or smelt different. But yet again, I wouldn’t know my dad ate. I would imagine it became a tad softer and squishier, and gain more bruises on its skin. Now coming to think of it, I only got to wrote the description of its outside and what it was like inside.
I like where you wrote about how the mango was eaten . The way you described it as not going out in a “glorious way” and how it was “shoveled out by a spoon” made me laugh. I also thought it was funny where you were explaining how you thought the mango would have looked but then restated how you wouldn’t know since it was eaten.
I really enjoyed the part where you talked about your parents and the situation with the mango in the first place. It was very funny and interesting how they would react to your mango homework. I also liked how you described the texture and feeling of the mango days after the assignment.
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I liked the way that u described the skin of the mango as being bruised. I thought it was a good observation and analogy. Also rip your mango you didn’t even get to taste it, but I like how you foreshadowed how your mango would’ve been if it still survived and was not eaten.
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Amanda, you indirectly characterize your parents and yourself so well in this passage: “My dad did not get the memo that the mango was literally my homework. I told my mother about the dilemma, but she missed the point of the problem that my homework was unfinished, and she was more upset of the fact that she did not get to eat the mango. The mango did not have a glorious way out either, it was shoveled out with a spoon. I wondered how it tasted but I also pleased that I didn’t since it was in my bag for 2 days, maybe I should ask my dad how it tasted.” It even gets into family dynamics so nicely without spelling it out.