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The Literacy Narrative Of Literature

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Literacy Narrative Literature is everywhere. No matter where you are, you’re exposed to it. It is on your phone, in the paper, on the McDonald 's receipt in a wad under your car seat, it is even on the billboard signs as you drive down the interstate. With literature getting so much coverage there is no question of where such heated debates come from. It is hard to have an argument or sometimes even a conversation with a person using ONLY literature. Sentences can have the same words, but handed to different people and they may interpret the sentence in two polar opposite directions. Debates take on a huge problem when they are done solely through literature, unfortunately I found that out the hard way. “Does your boyfriend go to church?” …show more content…

The post was a cartoon of two men sitting behind tables, much like when you visit a business fair. The one man 's sign read “lies and comfort” the man seated behind that table was portrayed to be a pastor. The line in front of his station continued out of the drawing frame. The other person behind the table was portrayed as a scientist and his sign read “the truth”. I shot straight up out of bed and began to read the comments. Just as my brother walked in. As my brother shot the “what is wrong with you glance”, I shoved my phone into his face and stated in a very irritated voice “look at this”. He looked at it for a couple minutes and you could see the gears turning in his head through his eyes but then all of a sudden, just like you flipped a switch, he tossed my phone back at me and shrugged his shoulders as he walked out of the door. I was still furious. I had now squirmed around so much on my bed, that all of my throw pillows where on the hardwood floor. I just rolled off my bed onto to pillows and began to type my comment under the cartoon. My fingers started tapping at a rapid speed, the button clicking sound, much like that of bubble wrap popping, was the only thing that broke the silence in my bedroom. I typed and typed for what seemed like an hour and then I went back to read what I wrote before I posted it. As I was reading, I would make changes where the sentence didn 't quite make sense or where I felt I left room

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