Letters and characters on the page jumbled, dancing into confusing black blobs of nothingness scrambled on the page. The mess of amorphous ink smothered my eyes, it filled my lungs, the confusion slowly silenced me. The pages of my first ever book still smelled like fresh ink but to me the smell might as well have been akin to the smell of death. I couldn’t say a word as if the fear itself had put a muzzle on me. My dad spoke up “That word is ‘the’”, I was even more confused. One hour earlier in the dark back corner of a Border’s Bookstore my dad and I wandered aimlessly looking for easy children’s books to help me learn to read. One of the workers eventually saw my skyscraper of a dad thumbing through children’s books. “Anything I can …show more content…
He pointed at the first word and told me to sound it out. Caught off guard I completely blanked. My heart raced, my tension increased and increased as I racked my brain trying to remember the right sounds that correlated to each letter. “The”, The first word was “The”, a word I have used hundreds of times a day since then. At the moment though I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to say. “Sound it out” his deep voice prodded. I thumbed the smooth pages, the black and white pictures seemed to be looking back at me laughing. “The cat is fat” my dad offered. I repeated what he said just to move on to the next page. One page in and I already wanted to give up. In the moment I decided I hated reading and that there’s no point in knowing how to read. Thankfully I didn’t stick to my convictions as my dad prodded me to read the next sentence. The first word looked familiar, “The…” I began slowly. My short pause grew and grew and eventually morphed into total silence. “The cat” I proclaimed proudly but then fell into silence again. Total confusion gave way to frustration as I got more and more upset. Relief finally came in the form of dinner. I stewed about the experience while half-heartedly chewing at a porkchop. My brief intermission was shortly over and after washing the dishes we sat down again to practice reading. Soon I started being able to remember words and was able to read a few
Distinctively visual representations allow the audience to envisage different purposes crafting emotions which stay with us forever. Graphic depiction is a fundamental characteristic within distinctively visual, thus the audience is able to be exposed to the intense illustrations exemplified by composers. Spudvilla’s portrayal of “Woolvs in the sitee” demonstrates the child’s inability to reconcile with himself. Contrasting to this notion; the playwright “Shoe-horn Sonata” to expose the brutal reality of POW camps during WWII. Therefore, distinctively visual forces the audience to succumb to the barriers society creates.
The short story “Two Words” by Isabel Allende is a tale about a girl who went by the name of Belisa Crepusculario. She had extreme desire to be the best at selling words, since the first time she saw words in the sports section of the newspaper. Belisa learned to read from a priest for 20 pesos and read the dictionary until she knew it cold. She went from the top of blistering cold mountains to scorching hot coasts selling her words in markets and fairs. Belisa’s words became popular fast and everyone knew who she was. People waited for her from year to year to hear her words.
Langston Hughes was an African-American writer in the 1920's. He was best known for his stories in the Harlem Renaissance about the Black Culture. Hughes emphasized the theme that “Black is Beautiful.” In Hughes' short story, “Why, You Reckon,” he writes through the main character, the narrator, a poor, 'hongry' Black. Hughes uses character and scene description, symbolism, themes, and dialogue to set his story up and make it more interesting and historical to the reader.
This paper will discuss the meanings that some words have for me that may differ from people of a different cultural group. This paper will also characterize what I think democratic, bigot, feminist, conservative and liberal mean by using each word in an illustrative sentence.
Biv - Describe the procedure to follow if you wanted to raise a grievance at work. You may describe this in writing or produce a flow chart or diagram.
“My eyes filled with tears, I thought of my brother, and i thought of my stepfather, who was probably scrubing a piece of furniture with a wad of steel wool, is knuckles a nest of wiry fibers. I thought of Mom with a telephone to her ear, and my dead father on his rack of blackness, lighting up the earth with his glow of bones.”(Page 101)
I’ve never looked at a book the same. I now allow myself to get lost amongst the words, the characters, the scenes; they all become real in my mind. I have a hunger for books and the stories that can remove me from my surroundings. It came to my attention much later on, that the boy on the road probably didn’t even know what he was reading – the title was English and he most likely spoke Mandarin. It was just a way to escape his
I gripped the over-annotated, photocopied packet in my eager fingers so that my sweaty fingers made print marks on the black speckled page. And I read. I cried. And my dream changed.
The paint and paper look as if a boy’s school had used it. It is stripped off- the paper- in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life. One of those sprawling, flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin. It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide- plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard-of contradictions. The color is repellent, almost revolting: a smouldering unclean yellow, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight. It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a sickly sulphur tint in others (678).
The Tropfest films Road Rage (2006) and Lemonade Stand (2012) both represent Australian stories and Australian voices. Both of the films explore the representation of Australians and show many different aspects of Australian culture. The film Road Rage expounds a different more emotional side to the typical stereotype of Australian men. Lemonade Stand also represents Australian culture, through the use of themes such as mateship and the Aussie Battler. Both of the films through the use of mis-en-scene and a variety of different visual and oral techniques show key aspects of Australian culture,
But one of the papers were ruined. For a clean kitchen, it’s a strange thing to keep. Not only that, but judging from how ruined the printing turned out unlike the rest, it must’ve been the person’s first time printing a paper. The poem is difficult to read with all the black smudges and
He bought his books by the pound at Dutch’s Pawn Shop, Goodwill, Salvation Army, and Value Village. When he had extra money, he bought new novels at supermarkets, convenience stores, and hospital gift shops. Our house was filled with books…” and so on (Alexie 1). This showed how much the author’s father loved books and how this caused Sherman Alexie to love books as well. Both instances show how a parent’s guidance or their preferences can affect their
The word ain’t is one of the most commonly-overlooked mistake in the English dictionary. It is used very often in TV, books, movies, media, and music, so we shouldn’t be surprised it is now in our real life. Even though our English teachers and grammar textbooks label the word ain’t as incorrect the use of the word has not been banished and we have no idea if it ever will be. Since, it continues to be in our language, and we often us it we should be informed of its origin and its development. However, there are different opinions on the development. Most writers on this issue seems to agree that the word ain’t has not been fully investigated and needs further research. A look at the history of ain’t can help determine how this simple contraction became a serious error in professional writing and speech.
I’m sitting within my petite Barbie dollhouse when suddenly I hear a slam at the door. I immediately stand up from my pink chair and sprint to the front of the house; it’s my older sister who has arrived from elementary school. From the second she would step foot in the house I would yell at her, “It’s time to read!” after a few eye rolls she would finally squat beside me and read a Dr. Seuss book. The way the words would just roll off her tongue so smoothly made English look so effortless, however, when she handed me the book for me to read I didn’t know where to begin, all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. I would make up my own words, not even knowing what they meant but for some reason, it was satisfying. As I continued to
The only sound that filled my ears was my keyboard clicking as my fingers raced across it. I had been procrastinating from finishing this assignment all evening, but I knew I needed to get it done. The burning sunset was shining through the windows as I was finishing up. It was a peaceful silence, until I heard the soft whispers of my parents that ignited my sense of curiosity. I was concentrating hard; doing my best trying to make out the hushed words that were being spoken.