My Experience To The Library

A cool breeze chills me to the bone as I step out of the car, fall must around the corner. The earlier feelings of anxiety and fear start to take control as I start my trek to class. The air is becoming harder to breathe in as though I am nearing the end of a marathon I have been running. My first class was at the First Nations University. I could remember watching how what had to be hundreds of students march the path each break while we built the new residence. As I was getting closer it became apparent at how enormous the institute actually was. With an

My week was long and a bumpy rollercoaster. I was sick towards the first half of the week which made my days drag. However, I remained energetic for my class because this week was Read Across America week. The school had a Dr. Seuss book theme each day. I dressed up and the kids dressed up. It was so sweet and we delved into Dr. Seuss. We discussed his stories messages, the rhymes, real words vs. made-up words, and connections to our lives. The only downside was that a handful of our students were sick this week. On Wednesday, our class started out at fourteen and by 12:45 we had eight students left. It made classroom management easier, but I missed the smiling faces of the absent students.

What does it mean knowing how to read and write. I take literacy skill very seriosly that will help me in the future. I know such skills don't come easy, it requires hard work, sleepless night. The reason why I go to school is to make mistakes, correct them and not to repeat them again. I always improve my skills through curiosity to learn something new, not being able to read and write would keep me in a darkness without seeing beautiful things that surround me.

Every person in life faces a number of obstacles that he/she either conquers or the obstacles conquer that person. In the two essays, “Learning to Read and Write” by Frederick Douglass and “The Library Card” by Richard Wright, the two authors face many obstacles in their lives. Frederick Douglass is a slave who has a desire to gain knowledge regardless of the obstacles. Richard Wright is an African American man who lives in the South during the Jim Crow Laws and also has a yearning to attain more information about the life he lives. A previous EOF student, Corey James’ reaction to the essays written by Frederick Douglass and Richard Wright is that Douglass suffered far worse difficulties than Wright did. On the contrary, there is evidence, which proves that the two men, Douglass and Wright suffered equal obstacles throughout their quest to gain knowledge. Frederick Douglass and Richard Wright were not able to practice their rights due to society’s restriction of knowledge to African Americans. The two men became ostracized and the gained knowledge left the two authors with awareness, which brought distress in their lives.

We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.

“The Library Card,” by Richard Wright is a strong essay on how books can affect and influence readers. Richard Wright writes that his first experience of the real world is accomplished through novels. He read an article criticizing H.L. Mencken and it tempted him to read some of his books. The article labeled Mencken as “a fool.” Wright wanted to know what this man had done to cause such hatred against him. “I wondered what on earth this Mencken had done to call down upon him the scorn of the South. The only people I had ever heard denounced in the South were Negroes, and this man was not a Negro,” (pg.319) Wright writes that tells us that the South was filled with racism and hatred among the whites and blacks. Mencken must have had ideas

Feeling all those eyes stare at me, I knew that my next few actions were vital to my survival. My sleep deprived state may have been the only thing keeping me from storming out of the bus right then and there. It also dictated my next action. Out of energy and fatigued, I decided it would be best to lay my head back and take a nap. I took the most angry, worried, and defeated nap imaginable on that bus ride to the track meet. Waking up to the gust of freezing wind that filled the bus as the door opened, and seeing the gargantuan football stadium made me realize that I had, in fact, survived the awkward bus ride to the regional meet. As I exited the bus and grabbed my pole, I expected to receive even more awkward stares, but alas, none were given. I concluded, with pole in hand, that if everybody had not forgotten about the incident already, they would once the track meet started. My anger temporarily ceased as we set up our tent. Once the tent was set up and I had put my pole in a safe position, my free hand reached for my phone. As I pulled out my phone and gently placed my thumb on the home button, the screen lit up. “7:25,” the screen said, as if to mock my anxiousness as I drove to

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

I glanced down at my watch with anticipation that I was about to be late, but the sun was barely visible beyond the trees of the park I was passing. "Four-thirty." I muttered sadly. I knew that this was going to be a day to remember, and yet had no idea why I felt that way. The cobblestones beneath my feet clacked in time with my breathing as the unconscious part of myself felt the urge to run. I sprinted the rest of the way to Main Street.

My day began with Fergalicious blaring from my cell phone to wake me up at 5:45 a.m. It took me several minutes to muster the strength to roll out of bed. It was time to visit Luther College in Decorah, Iowa. After a warm shower, an hour of primping, and a quick breakfast my mom, dad and I were on our way to Decorah. The hour drive seemed to last an eternity. Several things were running through my head during this long drive. I was reminiscing on my visit to the University of Iowa that I went to the day before, and how at home I felt in Iowa City. I was also thinking about all the things I could be doing besides this college visit. Eventually we pulled up to the Luther campus my mom turned to me in the back seat and pleaded:

On a Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the library, exhausted with two textbooks laying on the desk, unopened. Evidently, I was not doing anything productive because I could not bring myself to open my textbooks and review for my two tests tomorrow. Ten minutes passed by and I decided I needed to walk around to clear my mind before I dive into my studies. As time passed by, I continued to roam the second floor of the library and down the stairs to the first floor of the library. I wandered over to the research center of the library and walked up and down the aisles until I stumbled over a

In your grievance filed at North Unit, you claim you have been incorrectly charged for library books. You further assert that you returned the library books at the Tucson Complex prior to your transfer to Florence Complex. You are requesting a refund.

As I arrived at school earlier than normal, I was tentative about what I wanted to do. I thought about going to the gym and sitting there for fifteen tedious minutes. In addition, I considered walking around the school to kill the time. However, I started to involuntarily shift my thoughts.

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.

Tonight I attended the “Human Library” in the Mulva Library. There were a lot of topics I was able to choose from; the two I chose were Trans* of Color, Genderqueer as well as Being Gay in Titletown. Those specific topics stuck out to me the most because I’ve always wanted to have a better understanding about the gay and trans community and I was hoping the human books would help me. I was not really sure what to expect when I arrived at Mulva and what it was actually going to be about but it was definitely eye opening and I really got to see from a different person’s perspective.