Gertruda And Unterm Rudd Comparison

I had a choice of three books that I was very familiar with. The book I chose was called Go, Dog. Go! By P.D. Eastman. I remember choosing it because at the time I really wanted a dog even though I would break out in little, red, itchy, bumps on my arms and legs whenever I was near one. I remember feeling fairly confident that I would be able to read the story that I heard numerous times before. I was going strong until I got to the second page of this rigorous piece of literature. I had gotten stuck on a sentence in which I only knew one word. I looked up at my parents for help to which they offered none. At that moment my world stopped, I couldn’t think of anything except for the fact that I had let my parents down. Then, the wet tears of my failure started to run down my face like raindrops off a barn’s metal rooftop. My parents said I could try again tomorrow and I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. The next day would end up being one of the hardest days of my life. I spent the entire day trying to navigate my way through Go, Dog. Go! like an archeologist trying to decode ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. During this time I had multiple rage episodes because I was so frustrated with myself. Then I remembered what one of my teachers taught me, which was to sound out the letters to say the words. Therefore,

Consequently, I usually deal with pressure about my grades as they are the steppingstones to what they perceive to be a better life. The narrator's mother, Jenny Lynn, is depicted as someone who dislikes change. Her personality plays a large factor as to why the narrator is unable to make a definite choice as Lynn’s inability to tolerate change results in her placing a great deal of pressure on her son. One way this is done is by making her son feel guilty for his decision which is seen when she says, "I never thought a son of mine would choose useless books over the parents that gave him life" (188). Like the mother, my parents will often try to make me feel ashamed if my grades are not satisfactory. They would bring up their past about their successes in an effort to encourage me to perform better in school, setting a high

So this quote explains why depression is significant and problematic to an individual. Depression is a recurring theme in the two stories Herman Melville's “Bartleby, the Scrivener” and Franz Kafka’s “A Hunger Artist”. The stories have a connection of depression because each character develops similar tendencies such as loss of appetite, lack of motivation, and insomnia. The authors of the short stories experienced similar effects in their lifetime so the stories were influenced by their personal lives.

The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.

Growing up, people realize that around the time of reaching a mature state, education has affected their personal family life in one way or the other. With that being said, in his essay, “The Achievement of Desire”, Richard Rodriguez headed towards a path where he was unconsciously distancing himself from his family and becoming much more independent than he had expected. Rodriguez gives the reader a sentimental idea of the two contrary lives he had growing up, the life he had as a child, and the life he has as an educated man. He continued believing in his aspiration of how benefits of education can remarkably outweigh the past struggles of both his family and himself. Like Rodriguez, I also, in the past, found some form of solitude

Academically, managing an AP class with five other core classes, along with constantly worrying about the situation at home, my grades suffered tremendously. Even though I constantly came in after and before school for additional help in my studies, my focus on the intense arguments and the mood of our household occupied my concentration and welcomed me to a stage of a depression. Since my house, my sanctuary, was disturbed, my own house became a very frightening place to study; so I walked to the public library. But still, even at the library, all I could think about was “what will happen when I go home?” abstractly enough, I felt responsible.

In the dreaded year of 8th grade, it was my mission was to conclude my studies with a report card entirely full of A’s. I was heaving myself through the mountain of assignments, projects, and tests, it was becoming hard to bear. With my brainpower revolving around school, grades shrouded my view and I didn’t possess an ounce of time for family. I felt like an outcast, in my room, fenced in by papers and essays, while my family bonded and laughed together. It ripped me to pieces, but I couldn’t abandon my dream. It was imperative that I found a way to maintain harmony between my studies and family. Dreams are the basis of the path a person follows in life, however, in order to attain their ambition people may sacrifice family affairs.

“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it” I used to tell my mom when she used to ask me to read or write. I remember at times when I had to go to school I used to cry and scream and just did not want to go. I used to get bad grades and couldn’t read and was not a fluent writer. I used to struggle and cry while I watched the other kids do it easily. While growing up reading and writing were my worst subjects and I used to hate them I struggled in them.

One of the pieces of literature we read in class that was The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I found this book very relatable to some aspects of my life. As a current college student at time I get very stressed or feel like I’m not good enough when I don’t succeed at something or I don’t get a high enough grade. The Bell Jar teaches the readers that there is more to life than just exceeding everyone’s expectations. You have to exceed your own expectations in order to be happy in life. The only opinion that truly matters is your

At some point, most people are likely to experience a time of confusion, a time of wondering why they are the way they are, or why they feel the way they feel. Sometimes, people do not even question why they are the way they are, they just have a feeling of emptiness or not belonging. Some may face their problems while others may run away. Today, we are going to look at the case study of Hank, a man who is socially awkward, extremely skilled in computers, overweight, and a heavy smoker. The hope of this paper is to give some insight into the reasoning behind Hank’s problems. This analysis will look at the possibility of fixation, anxiety, repression, and even some showing of symbolic behavior.

Initially, the problem is recognized: mine being my inability to live without overcompensation. Frankly, it is an ambiguous issue, overcompensation, given that many stimulating works of literature are born from it and yet many self-inclined troubles are as well. Majority of lost adolescents are blessed with the latter. One trouble is the difficulty to move on from unanswered

Leah graduated from my high school’s rival at the top of her class. She was like a typical student, ambitious as she dreamt of becoming a physician assistant; yet, also like a typical student she was not as studious as she should have been. As a result, she was not able to proceed with her aspiration. However, instead of letting this failure

People that didn’t reach their goals may blame society and its issues for their failure and unhappiness, even for their debt. However, some people lack success because they gave up to easily, and settled for what was most convenient instead of working hard for what was most beneficial. Having to sit back and watch everyone around you succeed can lead to depression and enable a person to discourage themselves and even attempt to sabotage the lives of people who achieved all they wanted in life. “For them life becomes a continuous ground hog day of limited and unsatisfying experiences” (Henry). Ground Hog Day was a movie that portrayed a world where the man changes but the world stays the same, but in depression, a man stays the same continuously as the world changes around him and so he ends up envious and angry, resulting in a bitter life. The individual not only gives up on himself, but his negative attitude stimulates people to give up on

As school begins at a new institution, exuberance flows through your veins, and you skip towards a sea of new faces. Stares of disgust penetrate through you as if you have wronged these individuals by being in their presence. Far from the expected, you brush the feeling of anguish off and decide to walk up to a group of friendly looking individuals. You manage to put your left foot in front of your right just three times before the group recognizes the attempt of involvement, and opts to disperse as if being pulled away from you by a riptide. Surrounded my hundreds of new faces, never have you felt so lonely. Knowing none of this is because of your personal actions, but those of your parents, you feel drowned in a sea of grief.

In my mind, I started thinking about how Ms. Wyatt expected me to write an essay about a book I didn’t even understand. I was so frustrated that I could feel my ears getting hot and turning red. The way I felt reminded me of something I read the other day. It was a reading called “Aria” by Richard Rodriguez. Richard was fluent in Spanish and was forced to learn English. It was difficult for him. He felt “surrounded by sounds both pleasing and fearful” (28). As a result, he was shy to raise his hand in class and felt intimidated by others who knew English. I was beginning to feel his pain. Even though I knew English, the book I was being forced to read in Ms.