I read two stories one named Confetti Girl by Diana López and the other Tortilla Sun by Jennifer Cervantes these stories were very similar. The narrator's point of view was very different from their parents point of view. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. The narrator’s disagree with there parents causing tension throughout the family. The tension in the two stories are very different, but they still have the same concept.…
and her brothers Brad ,and Tony. They are a very close family, with lots of family traditions. Tan is Japanese wears clear rimmed glass. Barbara has silvery blonde hair, but it’s cut very very short .In the story it doesn't say anything about what ky and her brothers look…
You don’t really know what to do in the beginning of your life, you seem to be poor, but then once you get to the end you seem to put your life together save your money and do what you have dreamed about doing. As shown in the chapter "Hairs" it describes there personality described themselves with hairstyles that they had. In the chapter "The House On Mango Street" it says "Temporary. Says Papa. But I know how those things go."…
There I was, lying in bed watching television with my aunt. Then suddenly, a Barbie commercial came on. Seeing the colors, and the adjectives that described the products. Seeing how fun it looked to actually play with that doll. Seeing how great it looked to have an actual house where dolls can live.…
“Ginger” and “little red” and “copper head” and the ever so famous “carrot top” were just a few of many nicknames that once taunted my childhood. It seemed to be that I did not have a name, but rather I was just “the redhead.” Always sticking out like a sore thumb, I was surrounded by a family of dark brown hair and undoubtedly seemed to be the only child in the class with the uncommon genes of fiery red hair, a galaxy of freckles that covered my body, and the fairest of skin that would burn at the slightest of interaction with the sun. As a result of the little resemblance I share with my family, people often mistaken me for someone else’s child or demanded an explanation.…
It’s crazy how I think that I haven't experienced the world yet. It’s like I’m living in my own little bubble, protected against the actual world and all of its dangers that come with it, yet I still know what's out there. The closer I get to graduation, the more the bubble begins to crack. There are so many expectations out there. All the looks and judgments piercing into my back because of my race.…
Insecurity Growing up on a farm with two older brothers, I was a bit of a tomboy. From birth until age seven, my favorite toys were Tonka trucks and wooden guns. I wrestled in the mud, ate like a teenage boy, and at the age of five took scissors to my hair, chopping it into a pixie cut, so I could “be like my older brothers”. Innocently, I wore my barn clothes to school and my kindergarten picture displays my hair in a rats nest, with a large crooked smile, and bright eyes. However, that yearbook picture changed as my innocence faded away.…
Family is the most important thing to most people. But, what if they all died and there was no on left? It would be tragic. However, some people never know how long before seeing family will be the last time. In the book Tree Girl by Ben Mikaelsen, the main character Gabriela loved climbing trees.…
As a biracial child in America, I never quite fit in. Growing up in Mendocino,California with exactly one “black” girl (myself) in the entire school, I was the go to for questions about rap music, dance moves and slang. I felt as if I was a representative for the entire African American race even though I am just as white as I am black. Once I left the sheltered bubble of Mendocino, I saw more people that didn’t look like me which left me in an identity crisis, everyone had a community except for me. My African family praised my fairness, and adored my curly tresses, but my white family didn't understand what to do with it.…
When I was little I would be be the average kid running around and bugging my older sisters. This is when we would end up going to the store,and while my parent would go around the store, me and my sisters were be behind them, placing bets on who would come up and say something about my hair. Only to spot someone who would be looking at me a lot and finally comes over and give me a compliment on my hair. Which I then said thank you and smiled sheepishly. Then they asked the question “Is your hair natural?”.…
Often, women walk down the beauty aisle of a department and grocery stores and see all types of merchandise for their hair, but not many know what the products are right for them. They see products that promise to rejuvenate dry, damaged hair; volumize limp, flat hair; straighten curly hair, and regenerate thinning hair. With my hair being a kinky curl, when I was younger, I would ask my mother if we could buy relaxers and apply them at home. She would give me the same answer every time, “This should only be performed by a professional if you do not want to ruin your hair.”…
A round character is one that has the rational intentions of a human being within them. It is one that reveals the complexity of human nature and portrays a real image on a human ins Society. A round character expresses conflict within the plot of the story as well as within him or herself. In the story Girl with Bangs, the author Zadie Smith uses the theme of love and the question of what are the factors of falling in love to explore the human nature and condition of need and romanticism. By the use of the characters’ relationships and desires, the story explores human nature of topics of sexuality, sexual orientation, relationships, the way humans interact, and the nature of human instinct.…
The first sentence that Zadie Smith states in her short story “The Girl with Bangs,” simply says “I fell in love with a girl once. (Smith, 188)”. That sentence should signify that someone fell in love with a girl with bangs, but that is an understatement. Should he have fallen in love with this girl? This story tells you how he fell in love with the girl and her characteristics and her quirks, some time ago.…
I. Home as refuge/protection In Ode to my Mother’s Hair by Joseph Legaspi and The Road Back by Pak Chesam, home is expressed as a matter of refuge and protection. The two poems are similar in the fact that “home” is defined as a symbolic figure, which is the mother. For example, in the poem Ode to my Mother’s Hair, the comparison of the mother’s hair as “dark as cuttlefish ink,” (Legaspi 9) signifies a mother’s natural instinct when danger is sensed. This analogy provides a vivid imagery on a mother’s character in that they would defend and protect, like a cuttlefish secreting ink, when danger lurks.…
The trends surrounding African American women’s hair have been ongoing since times of slavery. Since then there has also been much controversy over style, appropriation and what is and is not appropriate in the work place. As many women can understand and relate, your hair is a part of your identity. The same goes for black women but it’s even much more than that. As a black woman, our hair is also a large part of our culture and throughout time we have seen many changes in regards to it.…