Finally, I thought that the way the book was formatted was excellent. It really gave you a good idea of the different steps in the process, although I feel like that if it was a little shorter it would be better. I say this because even though the author explained herself in a great and detailed way, it was very long. Sometimes when I was reading, I got a little bored and wanted to move to the next event in the…
The frame narrative style structure that Yu Hua uses in To Live shows the reader the end of Fugui’s story and shows that eventually Fugui makes his way up the hierarchy and becomes an ox. Early in the book it is revealed that Fugui will eventually have an ox and be alone on a farm. This foreshadows his growth as a person that comes later as the narrator continues to listen to Fugui’s story. With each break into the present, the narrator notices how much Fugui resembles his ox of the same name. The narrator notes that Fugui’s pants “looked just like the skin on the ox’s stomach” (87).…
Absence It never hurt, now i think of it i felt nothing. Most would think of me as crazy to hear this statement, but i have started to think it's because people are scared. They don't understand like i do or see what i am seeing this very moment. Nothing, i see nothing, except there is no way to describe it. There is no color or a color i have never seen before, no one has.…
The Game Of The Tenth touchdown: I felt like superman flying down the field,while I was running I stumbled across a giant. The other team was so big that I couldn’t see the sun but, somehow I seemed to find a way out of the trap to reach my goal. (which was getting ten touchdowns in a season)Then, While I was running I barely could keep track of where I was at the moment with all the noise and the heat from the sun. Also, When I stopped running I was so tired, I fell down to the ground thinking that I would never get back up,but my rest didn’t last for long before my teammates came rushing like a crowd of buffalos towards me I didn’t know what to do as I stood there listening to all of my teammates cheering and hitting my helmet backwards…
When a loved one is accused of a crime, it's devastating to the entire family. You might feel helpless and wish there was more you could do to support the accused person. This is especially true if the person was falsely accused of a crime. It can feel like the entire world has been upended. There are things you can do to be supportive and helpful during this trying time in the accused person's life.…
Coherency Storylines Reaction Few people will disagree with the fact that our educational system has issues. The Oklahoma Department of Education has been making changes in an attempt to create a more successful education system. Although, the Education Department may have pure motives, the multiple standards are often complicated and confusing. On their website, you can find links to resources and a guide to the standards.…
The Switch Up Middle School transitions us through an awkward stage in our life. Our faces are decorated with blemishes, pizza is trapped in our braces, and our pre-teen stage proves us to be hormonal. With a positive outlook, we are invited to sleepovers, crushes become boyfriends, and lunchtime is full of fun and laughter— but not for everyone. For me middle school was lonesome. With such an important time of my life, I perceived myself as anything but significant.…
The Ogre and the Break & Enter Hello. I’m the ogre and I live in a castle on a cloud in the sky. This is my story about how my house was broken into. One day, I stumbled out of bed as a familiar odor wafts up to my nose.…
Collapse I remember the day like only yesterday. He said “mommy I wove you” right before the nurse came to take him away for surgery. It was the hands down the worst, most stressful day of my life. When the nurse finally came to get him, crying he said “daddy no go”.…
Get Away As I stand at the bridge in Santa Monica overlooking the beach I take a deep sigh of relief that I’m back on the ground safe. The air was so summery it was refreshing to be in weather I can enjoy for a change. I have family that I look forward to seeing and spending time with. Making unforgettable memories in adventurous unfamiliar places was always something I enjoyed since a child. It’s a wonderful feeling to travel and get away from everyday life.…
It was about four pm on a Friday, shift change, people scurrying to get everything done so they could leave. At the time I didn’t understand why people would rush around, like a chicken with their head cut off. When arriving that day the feeling of rushed was blossoming through the air, it was an uneasy setting. On this particular day they had me delivering food to tables; well part of my job is to ask if everything looks okay and if they need anything else. For the sake of, one particular table I had done the same thing, but this time a customer asked me to go get her a refill on her drink, it all went downhill from there.…
It all started I'd say in the last leg of the 1st quarter of 7th grade. Things were going pretty well, say there as a sense of calmness and no stress. Just a tranquil peaceful environment. If there was one would that I would describe this time period in my life (no matter how short it is) is peaceful. I lived in a really nice home with really nice neighbors in a really nice neighborhood (besides the HOA, of course).…
This article is, in my opinion, an example of how personal narrative can sometime confuse the author’s purpose. In order to frame her arguments she discussed her experiences with her family, and specifically how she was born a twin to a stillborn sister. She explains her families lack of coping and how her family effected her life, but I failed to focus on the overarching idea that she wanted to get out because of how distracting the stories from her personal life are. Instead found myself thinking that her story was strangely personal without much justification for why it was this way. While the point of her article, the balance between truth and respect, was somewhat present overall, the sections of personal narrative that she decided to include muddled it.…
The emotional pull I was feeling turned physical. I was caught in the between, no man’s land. I was being tagged between two separate worlds, two completely un-identical cultures but I could only stay with one. Snow was trickling down. It huddled together on the tips of roofs, cars and light poles.…
Our relationship started out strong, between my prince and me. The notion that we expect and learn from the attachments with caregiver proved true. We communicated well, discussing not only our feelings for one another, but also our lives before meeting each other. Sharing experiences we had growing up we were compassionate about things each other had been through and experienced. We were compassionate and helpful when feeling sad, upset or angry.…