Lab #2

Part One: Specific Event, Ideas

  1. Specific event: walking out of the metro and seeing a drunk, homeless woman on the ground, everyone including the STM officer staring blankly or ignoring her.
  2. Ideas, themes, questions: Why did we ignore the homeless woman? Guilt/Shame. Why do we distance ourselves emotionally from homeless people? Homelessness in Canada. Resources for homeless people. The cost of homelessness. Do we feel like the problem is too big to solve? How do the authorities treat and feel about homeless people? What beliefs do we have about homeless people that stop us from wanting to make a change? Is this a problem that can be solved? What can we do to help? Do people only help others when there’s something to gain? What will it take to convince people to make a change?

Part Two: Initial Research

Interesting sites I found:

Canada Could End Homelessness. And It’ll Only Cost You $46 A Year

There’s A Solution For Mental Health Homelessness In Canada — But It Needs Help

Money Spent on Homelessness Research Is Better Spent Housing People

Giving Homeless People With Mental Illness A Place To Live Works: Study

Salvation Army Report Reveals Public Perceptions about the Nation’s Homeless

Here at Home

Part Four: Writing about a particular experience

1. On my way out from the metro one Winter afternoon, I saw a woman lying on the floor. Her shirt was halfway up her stomach, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing worn-out boots. She was facing the ceiling of the metro building with a tired look and laughing. Above her was an STM security guard, staring blankly ahead, unsure of what to do. When I reached the top of the escalator, I walked straight ahead, adjusting my earphones. The woman was yelling out as the security guard tried to help her up.

2. On my way out of the metro one afternoon, I saw a woman lying on the floor. Her shirt was riding up, her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing worn-out boots. She was facing the ceiling with a tired look and laughing. Above her was an STM security guard, staring blankly ahead. I reached the top of the escalator and walked straight ahead. The woman was yelling at the security guard as he tried to help her up.

Part Five

On my way out of the metro, I walked passed a woman lying on the floor.

Part Six: Bad Writing Exercise

On my way out from the stuffy metro one cold Winter afternoon, I saw a helpless woman lying on the dirty, cold floor. Her shirt full of holes was halfway up her stomach, her brown, unwashed hair was in a big, messy ponytail, and she was wearing worn-out and untied winter boots. She was facing the yellow ceiling of the metro building with a tired look on her face and laughing like a hyena. Above her was a young STM security guard, staring blankly ahead at the other end of the metro, unsure of what to do. When I finally reached the top of the noisy escalator, I walked straight ahead and out the heavy metro doors, adjusting my uncomfortable Apple earphones. The woman was yelling out as the security guard tried to help her up.

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