The Stranger Beside Me

Introduction: How’d He Do That? Memory, symbols, and patterns are important tools to have and use when reading literature. Memory allows the reader to connect what they are reading to something they have read, seen or heard before, and helps them to see similarities between them and draw their own conclusions. Symbols allow readers to find the deeper meaning in what they are reading and help them avoid merely reading what is on the page. Finally, patterns teach the reader what to look…

Elementary School and I, Alicia Fletcher, was the student whose life she changed. I was a tall, chubby girl who wore glasses and was so loud to everyone, but quiet when it was time to do work. I was taller than all the students in my grade which made me feel out of place, like I did not belong. Mrs. Martin was caucasian, with black hair which she always wore in a bun all the way in the back of her head. She had freckles right under her eyes and on the middle of her nose, and extra white teeth…

My first day in college was a most memorable day of my life. I can never forget my first day. My first day in college was so special because some good memories are connected to it. Besides this it is also full of joy and thrill. When I was in school, I imagine the college life by observing my sister and brother college life. I am so curious and waiting for the day when i also go to the college. Dreams about future are always very beautiful and charming. I always thought that the college life is…

Who would 've thought bumping into a stranger would lead me into constant teasing on the bus. After that whole fiasco I became the punching bag of the bus, except I would receive my punches with words. I only focused on the negative and never the positive, until I entered my middle school band class. My teacher, Mrs. McNair made a marvelous impact in my life. Her positive example provided me a whole new perspective on middle school. Middle school affected me in various ways, such as adapting to…

in grenade, it was snowing heavily and the roof on our house was about to cave in. me(Pека), my brother(Arnold), and my father(Boris). My mother died when I was 3years old in a car crash, my brother Arnold is annoying and reads a lot, but he also helps me with my homework and does all my chores for me. My father is very bossy and yells at me a lot for having bad grades and getting in trouble at school. He does keep me out of trouble and keeps my grades up but, I still don't like him very much.…

Black Like Me is a diary style account of rampant racism in America written by John Griffin just before the civil rights movement. Griffin wrote the book as a real life account of what he witnessed during his racism experiment, but he published the book in novel form with dates of the events included in the text. Griffin’s experiment began in 1959 and was published in 1961. Black Like Me also won the Anisfield-Wolf book award for its effectiveness in portraying the brutal realities of racism in…

My colleague in blood bank once told me that there is toastmaster who is coming regularly to donate blood. Whenever it’s time for him to be eligible for donation, we found him here! And guess what? He’s petroleum engineer, and he’s working in Udhaylia and that never prevent him from blood…

religious beliefs, “Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? [...] I felt like an observer, a stranger” (68). Obviously, Elie is strongly against the religious confidence everyone has surrounded him with. The fact that everyone has an optimistic hope besides Elie, makes him feel as what Elie describes as, “an observer, a stranger.” Elie felt as “a stranger” because he didn 't have the same acceptance and…

just pushing me around like a baby doll. The ship smelled like a mix of oil and fish. Made me sick. We are going to America to seek religious freedom. There is this family that is stationed behind us, they have a baby that will not stop crying. Its ribs are showing, it looks pity full.…

From a young age, the tale of “La Llorona”, the weeping woman, always haunted me. Even to this day, I still fear walking alone at night. “La Llorona” is an old Mexican tale of a woman who weeps by the river for her children. As the story goes, in a little village there was once a beautiful girl named Maria. She knew she was beautiful, and as she grew, so did her beauty. But she was extremely prideful in her beauty and she used it to get what she wanted. When she was a young woman, she wanted to…