Longest war

Personal Narrative Essay Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming

Amid so much sorrow, how can love and hope endure? That is a big question, and I don’t know the answer, but I do know that love and hope and people can endure a heck-of-a-lot. Through a tumultuous childhood and just fighting to be alive, people can still end up smiling. I know from firsthand experiences. I was born an only child, and life was not all fun and games. Now I’m not a refugee or anything, but as a child, going through traumatic events, whatever they may be, is still terrible. In America

The use of codeswitching between English and other languages is examined from a sociolinguistic perspective. It will be shown that codeswitching is instinctive and achieves overarching objectives such as serving the outcome of speech, defining identity and indirectly delineating aspects of the relationship between the participants, it 'lubricates' the conversation by making it more 'fluid', and when English is used, brings clarity and precision, particularly to formal arrangements. Finally codeswitching

Before I Nailed English Exchange students, I pity you. Maybe you are a Chinese student who currently lives in America, just like me, or maybe you are an Eskimo who studies in Thailand. No matter where you are from and which country you are in right now, it is not easy when you are trying to communicate with foreigners in your non-native language. It really isn’t. Although I can speak and write in English pretty well now, I’ve been through so many situations where I did not understand English words

The Longest Day: Book Vs. Movie For a long time, when anyone thought of a war movie, they immediately thought of Darryl F. Zanuck’s, The Longest Day. Cornelius Ryan, who was the author of the book by the same name, and happened to be a D-day veteran himself, wrote the movie. The book meticulously recreates the events preceding and during the invasion. It is filled with detailed descriptions of multiple occurrences during the invasion. It explains everything from mass attacks on beaches and

The Spider(s) I woke up like any other day from my deep sleep when my alarm clock started blasting after repeatedly hitting snooze ten times. Looking up at it I realize it’s my day off and curse at it for waking me up. After stretching I recall the dream I had. It was the most bizarre thing ever. It felt real, to real for my comfort zone. I was slowly getting ready for work, when I tripped over my feet trying to put my shoes on. My focus lands on this medium brownish black dot in the middle

Most people who bother with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent and our language — so the argument runs — must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows that any struggle against the abuse of language is a sentimental archaism, like preferring candles to electric light or hansom cabs to aeroplanes. Underneath this lies the half-conscious

George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," 1946 [pic] Most people who bother with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent and our language -- so the argument runs -- must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows that any struggle against the abuse of language is a sentimental archaism, like preferring candles to electric light or

The first few years of my life were confusing, to say the least, in terms of language. Since my family had immigrated to the US when I was only two years old, I started to learn two languages at the same time. Television provided me with small bits of English, while my parents spoke only Russian. In a way, my first knowledge of the English language came from watching Scooby Doo and Pokémon. When I finally started grade school, I was placed into an ELL program. This placement made myself feel even

When I was younger, I used to talk in Pushto; with my mother, father, sister and, basically my whole entire family. Because my family was my life, they were all I’ve ever known. I was five years old when I started going to school, and obviously, as a naive young child, I assumed that everyone talked - or was- exactly like me. Thus, I would talk to classmates in my language, and they’d stare or generally be confused. Correspondingly, Many of them, in their childhood innocence, would respond back in