Samantha, I gotta disagree, see there's a difference in pointing out a spelling mistake, and just being rather rude to a person, over something petty. Instead of simply letting her know with poise, you told her to grab a dictionary, and acted as if her point was then invalid, which it isn't. The dictionary you mentioned earlier would also help you! Then, maybe, you can learn what a comma is and how to use…
I was the role model. Furthermore, I had a responsibility and that responsibility was to show my mother that was not like all my peers. I put my mother through hell and back, she never gave up on me. This strong woman did everything in her power to keep me of the streets grimy streets; she enrolled me in after school programs. She even got me involved in sports; I began playing basketball on a day-to-day basis, I became pretty good in…
“Spanglish” English such a complex language something spoken by many, and yet many others yearn to learn it. That was me a young and fragile girl who yearned to understand a foreign language, a language that other kids spoke. Although I was born in the United States I was not born speaking the native language – English. As early as I can remember, Spanish was what I spoke, heard, and understood.…
I have not been thinking differently but I am surely endeavoring. I have an arduous time changing things about myself so at this point I am just gradually endeavoring. After reading these two chapters I endeavor to disunite my emotions from my thinking due to the fact that they incline to get me into an abundance of trouble. Prior to making decisions, I stop and notice first if I am allowing my emotions to get in the way. I ascertain no emotions are tied to my decisions just so at the end I get a good outcome.…
I never intended to be an illegal smuggler. Seriously. But when four-year-old me found out that preschool had "naptimes" (in which apparently nobody napped, making it a waste of time to me), I decided to take matters into my own hands, with drastic measures. The next day, my top-secret contraband came in with me, in the form of a book. At 1:30, while everyone else did whatever preschoolers do during naptime, the book snuck out of its carefully concealed hiding place and I disappeared into its pages.…
After 4 hours of math, science and history it was finally time to get our stuff and walk over to the junior high for the 8th grade graduation rehearsal. I needed to go get my stuff from my locker with the other 150 kids that also needed their stuff. I fight through all those people and managed to get to my locker. I grabbed my backpack with my lunch and the book I’ve been reading “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler”. Now that everyone has their stuff, we started walking.…
“Describing myself” At first, this task seemed really easy. Who knows me better than me, myself? “Piece of cake”, I thought. Obviously, I was wrong.…
It is the morning of July 4th, 2008: I groan as my mother gently whispers, “teneshi yene mar (Get up honey)”. Struggling I open my eyes and notice the trembling cabin, I turn to my mother with a look of concern and she reaches out her hand and squeezes my own looking up at me, “we are going to be okay Mar”. A couple of moments later our plane has landed, we gather up our belongings and make our way towards the exit filled with people attached to their screens and MP3 players. The airport is filled with an undercurrent of anticipation, impatience, and boredom; bodies scramble back and forth from one gate to another. My mother, attempting to balance three children, clasps my hand, holds my little brother to her waist and calls back to my older…
During this semester, I have grown tremendously as a writer. I have become more open to noticing the flaws that I have and had in my writing. There are many parts of writing that I was ignorant about when it comes to writing such as the rhetorical appeals of pathos, ethos, and logos. In my previous piece of writing, I was one minded whenever I wrote which has drastically changed over the course of the semester. However, the most difficult aspect when writing is the collaborating the different parts of the writing and making them work.…
At some point in our lives, there’s wonder of the different circumstances that surround us. For instance, language, everyone at a point feels foreign when restricted to comprehend or engage a conversation due to the lack of dialectal experience. In “Coming to an Awareness of Language,” Malcom X felt secluded since he wasn’t acquainted with the vocabulary that surrounded him, which in other words caused him to be caught between two worlds of language. Corroborating to his experience, I’ve felt this way countless times due to embarrassing events in my childhood as well as my early adolescent years which really pushed me to pursue a new language that turned me into the educated human being I am now, similar to Malcolm X.…
I stood up amid all my peers, beaming at the crowd in front of me. I have never particularly relished standing on stage where everyone can see me, but national honor society induction doesn’t transpire every day and I was resolute to enjoy it. Mr. Jeffapolous, my old math teacher and current NHS adviser, told us all to raise our right hand and read the pledge off the petite card we all had concealed behind our candles. My hand was in the air and I was reading the car flawlessly; everything was perfect, or so I thought.…
She was my motivator to learn English everyday. With time, practice, and patience I overcame my greatest barrier. In addition, all the struggle I went through made me realize that no matter what life puts on your way you never have to give up. I want to be a teacher because I love working hard to make a chance.…
Who doesn’t struggle with writing? I know I always have struggled with writing, for the longest time I didn’t even really understand the differences in sentences, and it is something that’s still confuses me a little bit. To be completely honest I sometimes procrastinate longer than I should when it comes to writing, so I don’t always review the finished product the way I should. Life gets in the way occasionally, and I attempt to convince myself that I have plenty of time to finish they assignment. This particularly gave me problems in high school.…
The relationship I chose to analyze for my interpersonal communication paper was the relationship I had with my ex-girlfriend Laura. We met in high school through mutual friends and we dated throughout my junior and senior years. Communication problems and trust issues eventually were too big of a barrier to knock down and our relationship ended there. The main concepts I chose to analyze about my previous relationship were Personal Language, Nonverbal Communication, Proximity, the Social Penetration Theory, and lastly Relationship Threats. Personal Language shows your true self and is how you express your individuality and it is also more common in a private setting.…
She would keep me in her room and we would watch movies together until I felt tired and fell asleep. When I would wake up, she would have soup prepared for me so that I at least would be able to eat something. My mom was so caring that it touches my heart every time I remember that moment. She’s always there trying…