world because all of their opinions, decisions, and morals are all based off of their surrounding environment. In the poem and story, “My Mother Pieced Quilts” and Everyday Use, they both demonstrate how one’s cultural identity is influenced by his or her surroundings, changing the
their lifetime. Some memories can be good, while others are not so pleasant. In My Antonia, we get to see the positive and negative events that Jim Burden experiences. This also allows us to see into the author’s life because she bases memories from her own personal life to the book. Paralleling characters and events from her own childhood in the Midwest, Willa Cather gives an insightful look into pioneer life in My Antonia. There are many examples of deep and dark memories in this novel. This can
Dreams Sacrificing is the hardest thing to do to achieve the American dream. My Antonia by Willa Cather is about an immigrant girl named Antonia, seeks adventures of living in Nebraska with her family. Cather wrote stories from other immigrant families who are living in Nebraska. The novel offers numerous elements of the hard working foreigner pioneers in the prairies, especially the hardships endured by women. In the story My Antonia, Willa Cather emphasizes the theme of sacrifices just as a crucial
Another Life The message rang in my ear. I could not believe what I was hearing. My body had gone completely numb. I no longer could feel myself sitting, but only felt sharp ice cold pains that the table was sending through my body. This just can not be true. I do not have time for this. How could I have this happen to me? I wanted to speak but could not find the words. What was there to say? I sat on that cold icy table, his eyes watching with concern. As I sat there, I remembered when I was
her from going outside and living a normal life as anything could trigger a severe bout of sickness. Olly is very talented at Parkour, the first time that Madeline ever sees him, he runs up the wall of his family's new home. Madeline lives with her mother, a widow to Madeline's father who died in a car accident alongside her older brother when she was just an infant. During the day Madeline has a Latina nurse, Carla, who takes care of her. The novels main ideas are bravery and not letting anything
Pursuing the American Dream in My Antonia by Willa Cather In the novel, My Antonia, by Willa Cather, everyone seems to be trying to pursue the American Dream. While they all have different ideas of just exactly what the American Dream is, they all know precisely what they want. For some, the American Dream sounds so enticing that they have traveled across the world to achieve their goal. They work hard to fit in and succeed, but, as in the case of Mr. Shimerda, are not always successful
I did not sign up to this! I signed up for acting; nevertheless, there I was doing costume design instead of acting. I was irate, I had been cheated of my monologue slot, and I had been served the scraps of events. Costume Design, no one wants to design costumes. I read the stupid musical, I did not understand it at all, and this is 80% of my grade. However, I had to start somewhere so I began to read the musical. AIDA was Romeo and Juliet on steroids. The main characters were unrealistic however
run-of-the-mill beach, tan sand with rocks next to an aqua sea, I was there with my Mother and family on a cloudless day in summer 2009.Nevertheless we were on the beach, it was filled with umbrellas of all colors, filling the beach like a canvas with hundreds of strokes on it. Starting our trip started with setting up our blanket and umbrella so we could sit down to relax at the start, but we all wanted to head out and swim so I put on my yellow goggles and arm floaters with dolphins on them, heading into the
Armstrong the Armstrong Alchemist." "Oh so you're both State Alchemist?" "Yeah." "That's so cool. I'm (y/n) (l/n). I like alchemy but I'm not very good at it." Ed nodded. "So where are you going?" "Resembool. My mom lives there and I'm checking on her because she hasn't responded to my letters for awhile."
All The Lights I clench my fist tightly. Twenty-one blinking faces stare me down. I look down at my paper, feeling tears rising from wherever tears come from to the corners of my eyes. I blink them back. “Dormant breathing, constant searching, I am alert…..” I stumble over the last words in my poem, the class courteously claps, and I shuffle to my seat in one sweeping motion. We had been assigned to write a poem on our perception of current events in the world. Writing the poem was fairly easy