Me and Mrs. Jones

the moment, which is why she wanted to be far away from her. In Thank You Ma’am it states, “‘I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes,’ said the boy. ‘Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes,’ said Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. ‘You could have asked me’” (Hughes 2). Because Roger wanted shoes that he could not get, he resorted to stealing. Roger did not try to figure out how to get the money on his own before trying to steal money from people. These quotes show…

However, for Mrs. Jones and Roger it was no problem. The short story called Thank You Ma’am written by Langston Hughes is about a boy named Roger who tried to steal from a woman named Mrs. Jones. Instead of running away, Mrs.Jones builds up enough courage to take Roger home and teach him a lesson. The thing that gave Mrs.Jones the courage to do the right…

As I ran to Mr Rodney Yap’s class, I told my friend to wait outside of class for me and I said “it's only gonna be 15 minutes maximum.” He waited for me, our plan was to go Long’s after I was finished. As soon as I got there, Mr. Yap was waiting in class I could here all the kids talking, yelling, running across the class. And I asked “ready?” Rodney Replied “yes”, and so we began. Rodney Steven also known as Rodney .S, is an athlete who went to college to follow his dreams. First of all…

notes in his paper “Tam Lin: Form and Meaning in a Traditional Ballad” that on the night of Halloween, when the Fairy Court rides at Miles Cross and Janet saves Tam Lin, Tam Lin and Janet’s roles in the ballad become reversed (342). In both Dean’s and Jones’ retellings, this certainly is the case as the relationship and power balance between their Janet and Tam Lin characters changes and shifts drastically at this point in the narrative of both novels. In Dean’s Tam Lin, the initial equal…

“Not since Miss Lady Jones’ house have I left 124 by myself. Never. The only other times—two times and all—I was with my mother. Wants to see grandma baby put down next beloved, she’s my sister. The other time Paul D went to and when we came back I thought the house would still be empty from one heat through my sister’s ghost out. But no. When I came back to 124, there she was. Beloved. Waiting for me. Tired from her long journey back. Ready to be taken care of; ready for me to protect her”…

is way less harmful than what people think. Since the early days of motion pictures, violence has been overly criticized by many generations of adults generally and parents specifically. But after reading “Violent Media Is good for Kids” by Gerard Jones and how interesting is his take on this matter, the use of violence in the media makes much more sense. The discussion about good and evil, and what’s the proper way to settle the score between them has always been an obsession for mankind, no…

classroom and the chipped tables were joined in groups of four. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Paris was a 300 lbs, blonde, smelly, American lady which oddly spoke Spanish. Every morning we had to write a journal and the room would be super quiet and the only sound was the scribbling of pencils on paper. I always hated that time because I felt retarded and lost and the teacher asked me to just sit there instead of teaching me how to write. That day, I went home and told my parents all about my…

Craig Silvey’s novel Jasper Jones, tells the story of Charlie Bucktin, a precocious and bookish 13-year-old boy who lives in the fictional Australian town of Corrigan in 1965. In the middle of the night, Charlie is awoken by outcast Jasper Jones, who shows Charlie his horrible discovery. Carrying this burden while being harried by a suspicious town, Charlie has no choice but to grow up quickly and let go of his childish innocence. Silvey begins to express this idea of losing innocence through…

Another of these abuses, which he could never forget, was when he was living in a California orphanage operated by nuns. He was beaten by them for his chronic bed wetting problem. “She woke me up. She had a flashlight, and she hit me with it. Hit me and hit me, and when the flashlight broke, she went on hitting me in…

progressed, I could only focus on math. My palms were sweating and shaking as I walked into Mr. Jones’s portable. Nervously, I sat down at a desk directly facing Mr. Jones and for half an hour, I discussed with him about my past math experiences, and the problems that could come with moving up in math. Once we finished discussing, he explained that he wrote some practice problems for me to solve. He handed me a sheet of white paper with a single problem written on it, “graph (x-3)2(x-1)(x+2)”.…