Descriptive Essay About Abagail

     "When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked

Compare and contrast the ways Cisneros and Piercy feel about names in general and their own names in the Vignette “My Name” and the poem “’If I had been called Sabrina or Ann,’ she said.” Comment on the language and language techniques used.

At several points within “The Approximate Size of my Favorite Tumor,” Alexie plays with the use of nicknames to relay relationships between characters. A name is an integral part of one’s identity, being given at birth and held on to till death, representing who a person is. Sometimes people go by different names depending on how close the person is to another. Names are altered to tease lovingly or show sincerity. Such an instance takes place within the text. Surnames in the Native American community differ from that of western society. Descriptions took the place of a typical last name, creating more intimate and interesting names. For example, the main character of this excerpt is

A name is an integral part of one’s identity, being given at birth and held on to till death. It represents who a person is. Sometimes someone might go by different names depending on how close they are to another. A name can be altered to tease lovingly or show sincerity. Such an instance takes place within the text. Surnames in the Native American community differ from that of western society. Descriptions took the place of a typical last name, creating more intimate and interesting names. For example, the main character of this excerpt is Jimmy Many-Horses. While Jimmy speaks with a cousin, he is fondly called “Jimmy Sixteen-and-One-Half-Horses” (Alexie 157). This reveals a relationship that is close enough to give nicknames. Later on, the character calls him “Jimmy Zero-Horses” to show solemn disappointment (Alexie 157). This remorseful teasing reveals the intimacy of these

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

After moving out of her parents' house, she suddenly found herself free of all the restrictions and lectures. She quickly settled into kickboxing lessons and cut her hair short, but she still had one more thing to deal with. Her name. Oh, how she loathed her name. It was a reminder of the past, of how her mother would force her into dresses and how the only toys she had were Barbies.

“Yea, but you can call me Mimi.” She gave me a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood.

There was just something about her, as soon as I laid my eyes on her I just knew I fell in love. I guess it’s true what they say you can fall in love at first sight. But at first I felt like I just wasn't good enough for her, I felt like if I even tried I would just embarrass myself. But the way she just worked on that hardwood floor just gave me goosebumps and shivers going down my spine. When I isolate myself with her four countless hours it made me forget about everyone else in this world it felt like we were the only ones.

When Abibatou Diallo was first starting school, her name stopped being so hard to pronounce. Her name stopped being what she identified at all. Her teacher took her name and with no objections from Abibatou began calling her Abby. Thinking about being called Abibatou, just fills Abby with a weird feeling now. Not a single person has called her by her full name in such a long time, that it no longer holds any meaning to her. Abby’s name is just one example of how she has been forced to become Americanized since she began her education.

After the short hour and a half plane ride, we arrived at her “house.” My eyes glowed at the sight.

She was gorgeous. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, their radiant green a beacon for lost

At the most basic level, a name is a primitive representation of one’s identity. Lonnie’s name was predetermined before he even had individual, unprecedented characteristics. Changing Lonnie’s name to Aaron is effective in homogenizing him into the general public and in disconnecting and segregating him from his paternal, biological family. The name Lonnie is what makes him who he is, and in removing that, Sister Ignacia is able to forcibly cause Lonnie to question his personal identity. By removing his name and sense of belonging, connection, family, intimacy, and inclusion, his self-actualization has no fundamental basis on which to expand and evolve.

Gideon blushed slightly as she looked at him with her greenish-blue eyes. "What's your name lad?" She asked. Was this some kind of joke? It sounded like she already knew... "What does it matter to you!?" Gideon growled and shook his head away from her hand. "Just a simple exchange of names lad...I don't want to give you a nickname or call you lad all the time." The woman replied. "Gideon..." He mumbled. "Ah Grazie..." Grazie..? Who was this woman? "My name is Aria." he blinked at her not sure what this woman was getting at, but this woman was familiar in some

“How are you!” I asked. I felt sorry for her because I had realized at that time I forgot the goddam name of her. It should not be like this. She was really a nice girl and in some cases, she was charming. She has a short black hair and clean even teeth, looked very well-bred.

" My name is Sophia, and this is my husband Richard. Would you like to come back to our house for lunch?" she asked. Her voice was that of an angel's too. She seemed like such a good luna and she looked very determined so how could I turn her down? I nodded and got into the car with them. Alpha Richard stared at me the whole time, and I seemed to remember my manners and kept my head down. "Richard, stop scaring the poor girl." Sophia snapped. I looked up to see him with a very irritated look on his face.