My Love Letter

In Love Letters, Section 1, Megan Foss takes us back into her past as a heroin addict prostitute. She shares her story as a young woman living in the streets while boyfriend, Darryl in prison. Their relationship was inseparable, they had spent every moment possible together. During her free time, she wrote him letters on a tablet with yellow paper discussing everything her surroundings and public media. She never mailed any letters, due to it confirming the reality of him being gone. Therefore, she made herself believe that she was saving all her letters for when he would get back at night. In addition to the fear of judgement, she never stepped foot into a store to purchase a stamp to mail her letters. She felt denied by society around her

In our English class we are writing about Time Capsule. First, I will tell you where it will be located, by whom and when it will be opened. My Time Capsule will be located in the Wynwood walls (Miami, FL), and it will be opened after 100 years in 2115 by my grandchildren. Second, I want to tell what things will be in a capsule: 1) Coins, 2) Beats (headphones), 3) Photos of me with my friends 4) iPhone 6s pink or old phone 5) Letter to my children or to my grandchildren. In the letter I will write about how people live now. How we are spending our time, where. I will describe people, what clothes we are wearing, what music we are listening, what food we are eating. I want to write in a letter idea for children to put their things in a time

“I do harbour some sort of love for you – I can’t live with that regret and the fact any other woman is second best to you. I could go to a really dark place where you are concerned,” the letter added.

The first snowfall of the year had finally arrived one late November night, blanketing the small cabin and surrounding forest with fresh, powdery snow. The wind howled through the leafless trees, often relieving the weighed down branches of their snowy burden. The smooth and unblemished snow coated everything, leaving the road to the cabin indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain.

She see snow for the first time. Since Yolanda comes from the Dominican Republic she has never actually seen snow because it is too hot there for snow to fall. Around the time she sees the snow she is learning about the Cuban missile crisis. “I saw the dots in the air like the ones Sister Zoe had drawn-random at first, then lots and lots. I shrieked ‘Bomb! Bomb!’ Sister Zoe jerked around, her full black skirt ballooning as she hurried to my side. A few girls began to cry. But the Sister Zoe’s shocked look faded. ‘Why Yolanda dear, that’s snow!’ She laughed ‘Snow.’” (Alvarez 163). Yolanda has never seen snow before so she is scared because she thinks it is a nuclear fallout, but after Sister Zoe reassures her that the snow is only snow not a fallout she feels better. The idea of the snow falling is an uneasy feeling for Yolanda. Then snow represents the unknown and the scary events Yolanda and her family will have to experience in America. “Each flake was different, Sister Zoe had said, like a person, irreplaceable and beautiful.” (Alvarez 163). Sister Zoe says all snowflakes are different just like people. Throughout the book a recurring theme has been that Yolanda is having a hard time finding her identity. The snow in this case represents Yolanda and how she has the ability to be whatever she wants and how she can follow so many different paths now that she is in America. “A symbol differs

Facing death at any age is difficult, but for Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and John Sullivan, it came early, resulting in two essays retelling their experience.  In their accounts of these situations, the author can see they both want to emphasise that death can come in very unexpected situations.  To My One Love, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, begins on page 17 of 50 Essays by Samuel Cohen.  In her essay, set in present day, she has flashbacks to her relationship with a boy “from the wrong side of town” named Nnamdi.  They were in a loving relationship against their peers’ wishes.  When it came time for them to separate due to education in separate locations, they had ended the relationship, but not before Nnamdi had promised that them

While I was a lost boy in a dream world, that was only filled of you and me together. I know you saw this. Ill still have a dream world but I want it to be one we both create together, I know you have a brilliant mind. You will always light me up like the sun. Thats the best dream world I can possibly imagine and it basically makes me cry like a kid, because I only bring out the best in me. I know its probably odd being the center of my universe or a heavy burden.. but don't let it be, its pretty simple in my head and my love for you is unconditional and always will be, the good and the bad. I've only held you the closest to me above all others always, because you are my heart.

Snowflakes danced in the biting breeze, almost obscuring the near-solid wall of people shuffling past. From what their silent, mostly hidden observer could see, their noses and cheeks were red from cold, but they were smiling. Probably in anticipation of some gift or cheerful reception when they returned to their warm apartments. Figures.

This letter was written to acknowledge and honor Corporal Gary Lewis Colombo, who courageously fought and perished during the Vietnam War. I am honored to personally express my gratitude for your two years of service in the Marine Corps. Throughout this time you served as an aircraft crewman with military specialties in aircraft weaponry and system technology. The valor you displayed engaging in combat was unprecedented and serves as a model for our soldiers today. I cannot imagine the amount of bravery and morality it must have required to serve in Vietnam. I am proud to know that we share the same last name. Your actions have impacted my family and our nation today, may

Edwin Fiske’s first memory of snow happened when he was a young boy, perhaps four or five-years-old. He was spending wintertime at his Grandma Cookie’s house with his mom in Springfield, Ohio. It was morning and everybody was awake, yet it was dark outside because the snow would pile high up and block out the windows. “Why is it dark?” a puzzled Edwin asked his grandmother. “Because it’s wintertime!” she responded. The snow towered over him as they all went outside to get into the car that was also buried in snow. My grandpa believes this memory stuck with him because it was his first impression of how deep, dark, and cold snow can be.

This reflection is about Archibald Lampman’s poem called SNOW. Archibald Lampman was born on November 17, 1861 in Morpeth, Canada, and he passed away on February 10, 1899 in Ottawa, Canada (Encyclopedia Britannica). The event in the poem takes place in the late 1800’s in a rural area of canada, during the winter time. In the poem Archibald Lampman does an outstanding job of using the imagery of nature, and in particular snow to make us feel as if we are experiencing these sensations with him.. He describes the color of snow, the sound as snow hits the ground, and the feeling of being surrounded by snow.

I found that Love Letters was an exceptionally persuasive piece for Megan (otherwise known as Mickey) Foss to originate from the dregs of society to a respectable and acknowledged position, for example, an English instructor is an incredible story. I discovered her blend of road slang and the dialect of "instructed" society to appear as something else and therefor a decent read.

I am so happy to have come to “L’America”. New York seems like a very big and fast city not like where we are from. I am so use to living on our farm back home in Italy. Being in the city is so exciting yet scary at the same time. It seems as if everything revolves around shopping and buying and spending money. Money that is hard to come by. Especially when us women make far less than men, even though we work the same jobs and give as much effort. The city seems to be very crowded with people from all over the world. I am able to meet a diverse group of people. I live in what is called a tenement building. It is about 6 stories tall and there’s 5 apartment per floor. This is what’s called a low rise building. I live on the

The one trillion snowflakes come pounding down, in a sea of white. Each snowflake is so small and delicate, that none of them stand out. But wait.

Did You ever try to catch a snowflake? wilson bentley liked snowflakes. He was born on february 9 1865 in Vermont. There was always plenty of snow each winter. He wanted to see what they looked like close-up. He was very curious, mainly about snow! His mom gave him a microscope when he was fifteen. He used it to look at snowflakes. He was amazed at the shapes he saw. Each tiny ice crystal had six sides or arms. He tried to draw their shapes. It wasnt easy! Snowflakes melt quickly. the shapes were very intricate. he couldn't draw fast enough!