Blogger - Creating a "List" Post - Follow Hissie's Model - "Colors"

Hola Estudiantes,

I hope you are having as much fun with your new blog as I am.  

This I Believe:  Developing your blog will strengthen both your writing skills and your professional skills. With each new task, we will learn something new. Every day we will get better. 

Below I share our guest student Hissie's latest post from her Stop Your Sobbing blog.

When she was asked to make a "list post" to connect with other bloggers, she inserted her "Two Truths and One Lie."  Easy.  It was right there for her  to copy and paste from the discussion board.  To see what the post looks like on her blog, you can click here: http://stopyoursobbingblog.blogspot.mx/2017/09/two-truths-and-one-lie-told-in-colors.html Links to an external site.

For your convenience, I've copied and pasted the post below the best way I know how:

BLUE: Recently, I went with my family to visit family in Mexico City.   My mother loves art, so she took me to the Frida Kahlo museum in Coyoacan.  This is the famous “Blue House” where she lived with  her husband and legendary painter, Diego Rivera.  It’s a popular tourist destination.  I believe a national government agency has preserved the house so you can get the sense of their life and genius.  Diego has his studio on one end where he created his murals.  Frida has her studio upstairs.  You can still see samples of their original artwork hanging on the walls. My favorite part of the museum was the kitchen.  The colors are beautiful.   Frida loved to cook.  Diego loved to eat.  This is what my mother said to me: “You can still feel the love in the air.” 

PINK:  In Mexicali, we once lived in a pink house.  Or, maybe I should say that we lived in a house that was once painted pink.  My mother loved the color.  She always said the bright colors found everywhere in Mexico – in the markets, the food, the clothes, etc. – are more than just a cultural tradition; they are the reflection of the warm and lively people.  But my father hated the color.  He was lively in another way.  He was a machista. There was no way he would live in a pink house, but every time he tried to paint the house in his favorite color, green,  the pink would eventually seep back through. The color looked like vomit.  It made him so angry.  He thought the house was haunted.  In the end, we packed up and moved.

WHITE: When I was high-school age, I lived in New York City.  I played saxophone in our school jazz band. We were good.  We played jazz, blues, classical music – we were so good, we were invited to play at the White House.   On a weekend in February, we took the Amtrak down to Washington D.C.   We stayed in a motel outside of town and took a bus in for the day of the event. On Saturday night, we played “New York, New York,” inside the East Wing of the White House.  We met the President’s Marine Band.  They were all dressed in scarlet jackets.  Afterwards, Michelle Obama gave each and every one of us a hug.  How cool was that?  I’ll never forget it.  She told me she would never forget it either; then she told me to go to college.  Here I am.

This is going to be great.  You will see.

Paz,

JL