Grendel's mother

Janae KopetJanuary 17, 2016Adult Studies Seminar Block1 Kopet.Session1.Journal As far back as I can remember, I have always had a desire to understand people and why we do the things we do, to understand and evaluate the human condition. If I were to reflect on an experience in my life that influenced me in this direction, I could go back to growing up without a father and always having an awareness of how this affected my life, and the life of my brother. I could go back to the years of…

purpose of the research was to identify ways the parents interactions affect the way the boys handle their emotions. The mother in the clip gave more suggestions and more solutions when the girl is talking about her emotions. The mother dealing with the boy child doesn’t focus on the feeling of anger itself, but the actions performed when he acts out. In conclusion, the mothers encourage the girls to provide details about their feelings and emotions, but boys don’t give much detail about their…

elderly people, but not much of people that play an important role in one’s life. Especially not your immediate family, such as a child 's parent and so forth. In the lines 25-28, visually you can imagine a grown young lady sitting besides her elderly mother while drinking some tea. These lines, then go on the illustrate how the narrator is grown up and reminiscing on how easy it was to be a child. It was the time where she had not fully realized that people do pass on even parents that have…

citizen, a daughter, a sister, a wife and so many other things. But this endless list boils down to one main thing – my mother is a human being; an unbelievable one human being. This is ordinarily where an author boasts on about their mother being the best mother out there as everyone contradicts against this by shouting out on about how admirable and awe-inspiring their mother is. In my opinion, I would like to argue we fight for our mums in the midst of a crowded yet empty void is because…

Mum shouted up the stairs, "Come down here now!" Her shout interrupted the nostalgia I was feeling from lying on my bed appreciating the array of star wars posters and memories plastered on my walls. There were only a few weeks until I started university and reach one step closer to reaching my dream of being an astrophysicist. I answered "Coming!" and began to make my way downstairs, as I was walking down the stairs something in the atmosphere felt different, as if something had changed and I…

Mom, Mother, Dad, and Father Never did I ever question that Gregg and Denise Pattison were my mom and dad. They had the familiar faces I was used to seeing every day, whether it was picking me up from school, taking me to the doctors or tucking me into bed every night, they were mom and dad to me. Every day around one o’clock in the afternoon the mail came, frequently there were letters from a woman named Tammy Defulvio. Those letters seemed of interest to my mom, she never opened them and…

the same interests and inspires you to accomplish the goals set in your life. They fill you with determination to be the best that you can be and do the most amazing things. My mother started a not so good life at a very young age, yet she is the most amazing and hard-working woman I know. Ever since she was born, my mother had been a wild child. She was the little girl that did the funniest things, the craziest things; and when she did something wrong you weren’t able to punish her because…

child. Once it comes to the point in women having a father in their child’s life or not gets scary. Scary because a child is life changing and not something easy to just take on by yourself. There are many things a father can bring to the table that a mother can necessarily not. A man is a crucial part of having a strong…

Growing up in my family is oddly difficult. My mom, dad, and 3 brothers all came from Mexico with no money, no clothes, and no plans.i have 3 brothers named Marco who was 18 at the time, Luis who was about 16, and the youngest of my brothers named Vincente who was 8. My dad worked 2 jobs day and night to provide for them, literally non-stop just to get bread on the table, while my mom babysat kids from the neighborhood enough to earn for some kind of money. They wanted to just give up and go…

I wake up to the annoying sound of my mothers croaky smokers cough. It is not only killing her, it is killing the family. I slowly decide to roll out of bed around nine, even though it’s a Saturday, there are at least ten to twelve empty cans of VB laying on the floor. Mum had her friends over last night for her usual Friday night catchup. The smell of cigarette smoke coming from the lounge room is making its way to my bedroom is just awful it’s not great on any day but after a Friday night it’s…