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The short story “Section 8” by Jaquira Diaz is about a young adult, Nena, struggling to accept her feelings towards her friend Boogie. Further hindering the young woman is the unsupportive environment she finds herself in where just about everyone’s family has either physically or emotionally abandoned them. The story ends with Nena finally standing up the bullies who’ve been attacking Boogie- however Boogie herself rejects Nena, leaving her to imagine a life where the situation ended happily. Not only does the story leave a large impact on the reader, but it also leaves the music of poetry singing in one’s ears throughout the text by the use of consonance. The repetitive use of consonance and internal rhyme are scattered throughout the story, although the most impactful and noticeable would be the very first line of the text.
Even though there was suffering to this challenge, I obtained new experiences that I wouldn’t have experienced in a regular English class. To sum up, experiencing new challenges should be valued even if it leads to temporary
Unraveling The Mystery By reading “ And Then There Were None” by Agatha Christie, I noticed how the author used subtle clues to point out the killer in the novel. This story started off with a description of a a mysterious island called Indian Island. The main characters traveled to the island by ferry per an invitation from a Mr. or Mrs. U.N. Owen. The main characters, Vera Claybourne, Emily Brent, Philip Lombard, General Macarthur, Dr. Armstrong, Mr. Blore, Anthony Marston, and Justice Wargrave all thought they were heading on an exciting getaway.
However, the speaker also acknowledges the tendency for students to approach poetry in a rigid, formulaic manner, “But all they want to do / is tie the poem to a chair with rope / and torture a confession out of it” (13-15). This can be a result of students being overworked throughout high school, and simply completing a paper to receive the credit. By doing this, the school system risks drawing out the enjoyment and curiosity posed by reading. This poem highlights the need for formal education to allow for creative exploration and critical thinking, rather than imposing rigid rules and
Homework Two: Personal Narrative When I was younger my mother would sit my sisters and I aside after school and ask us what we wanted to become when we were older. My two elder sisters always had a different answer they would proudly belt out; a doctor, a vet, a movie star or model. Yet, I never remembered having an honest answer, I simply couldn’t think of anything I wanted to dedicate my life too. However, that was then. Today If my mother were to ask me what I intended to do with the rest of my life I would have a definite answer, one that I could be proud of, a psychiatrist.
Next thing I knew the guy wasn’t breathing and all I could see was blood. You passed out right in a big puddle of his blood man, and then the sirens started in our direction. That’s when I woke you up and we got the heck outta there.” Samuel could tell that I was distraught and said something about camping out and laying low for a while.
This year was going to be dreadful. Feneus Loredon and Adam Gregory and I we were in Madame Henrie’s class, across the hall of our second grade teacher, Madame Nicole. But, we called her Madame Nini. In her class, she taught us poetry beside mathematic and grammar and French and art. “Poetry,” she said, “Is not about the rhythm or how well a person writes it.
“When in the world will this class end,” I muttered to myself, careful not to be loud enough the teacher could hear. I was practically dying of boredom, so much so that I was focusing on the tick-tock of the clock, and my head was starting to droop, falling slowly to rest on my desk. That is when I realized boredom was a real threat, and I had to do something drastic to save my life. Eternal torture began. Again.
This class made me dig deep within myself. It was a personal
“Mikyla Anna Massey grab the damn scissors and tape!” “I won’t.” This is the infuriating yet somewhat comedic definition of me and my sister’s melodramatic relationship. I had left the ‘damn’ scissors and tape in the basement approximately three weeks ago. Why should I go fetch them if I am not using them in the first place?
It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home.
Unfortionally at the age of four I lost my mother and my father had to take care of three children by himself. My dad was a great parent who did not have lots of time to dedicate to his children when he was always working. For that reason at an early age I did not have anybody who encourage me to read. When I started school I always struggled in reading because my first language was Spanish and it was hard for me to start to learn a new language at six years of age. I was always in an ELD class for people who had a hard time with reading and writing.
In a world that idolizes technological advancement, it is easy to rely on it for almost everything. We go to work and school online, we shop online, and we socialize online, amongst other things. We’ve even implemented technology into basic human necessities. Smoke detectors, alarm systems, and even ventilation systems can now be controlled with apps. However, I believe that digital technology is not something we should implement to that extent.
I never imagined my life would turn out this way. Seven years old everything felt seamless. I was blessed with two parents who adored me, two older siblings who would do anything for me. I did not see any trace of a dead end road. By the time I was nine I realized everything in my life was changing, my family was not genuinely a family to any further extent.
Victim is a word that has used to define when a person has been affected by a traumatic matter in ones lives. My parents are always harping on me about getting scholarships and doing well in school when I have always struggled staying in focus. Money has also been an issue in our family. Gratefully, my brother got a full-ride to college so he doesn't have a financial burden waiting for him at the end of his schooling. I would like to prove to my parents that their kids would not have to struggle with paying for their education once it is all over.
