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Magdalena Yesil, I liked how she always gave her best. She wasn’t just learning she made sure to gain a lifelong learning. The lifelong learning gained opened the doors of success. I do not know if she was where she wanted to be, but I am pretty sure that she achieved everything that she wanted in life. One thing that was interesting was how she took every job. I like to think that her jobs were her steppingstones jobs, to reach her star. She did not stay long at each job but she stayed enough time in every job that she development. Every job gave her tools, to start the next one. Without the knowledge that each job gave her, I do not know if she had been able to do what she did. When something did not like her she changed it, and is what
I like about her. The engineer, the marketing, the internet, and even her own company were her steppingstones. She never stayed where she did not wanted to be. From the school to her jobs she always found the way, to be where she liked. Following in her beliefs she reached success. She took smart decisions in the right time. And I took this from this reading; the importance of just stay enough time in one place and the importance of take the right decisions in the right time.
Legend is the first novel of the self named trilogy by Marie Lu. Legend is a fast paced,dystopian story about 2 teenagers, a wanted criminal named Day and a Republic prodigy named June. Day is accused of killing June’s brother,Metias and June wants to have revenge on Day. Legend has many themes but the most important ones are Rich versus Poor,The Law,Betrayal,and Family. This literary analysis of Legend reveals the theme that Foreshadowing,Symbolism and Setting shows to be most effective.
She was amazing. I don’t know what I liked the most about her, her willingness to do what needed to be done, her dignity, her bravery, her ability to think things through and come up with a logical solution. She was a beautifully crafted character, so different from the norms of a young adult dystopian protagonist yet still having that same spark that I love. She was responsible, she knew her duty and she wasn’t afraid to do it – no matter the cost. she has a really interesting character arc in this novel, and some of the emotional situations (e.g. flashback scenes with her mother, her relationship with Elián) immediately caught my attention and sympathy. I found her narrative to be quite compelling, and Greta a wonderful example of how a steadfast, clever, logical mind could be a
... to the United States, which made her really proud. Her rough teaching method actually left a positive impact on my life because I build a good habit of learning and using English, and also I feel so fortunate that I can get all of these supervision, criticism, encourage, and care from her.
...l of her journey, she always tried, sometimes successfully and sometimes not, but she did try to move on. She also learned forgiveness, to others and to herself. Her story is incredibly insightful to the realities of the world. Her problems were none too out of the ordinary; death, infidelity, drugs, scandal- at least one of those is in everyone's life. She admits, “I’d done a lot of dumb and dangerous things in my life…”(Strayed 94). The way she handled certain situations was not the best, but that is what made her life a learning process and more importantly that is the story that has inspired so many lives today.
Pain is a certainty in life. Presenting itself in a number of variations, from emotional to psychological to physical, pain and its damaging effects are inescapable. In Ruth Ozeki’s magical realism novel, A Tale For the Time Being, a mysterious lunchbox washes ashore a Canadian island to be found by one of its inhabitants, a struggling author named Ruth. Inside the lunchbox, Ruth discovers an old wind-up watch, a stack of letters written in French, and a diary disguised as Proust’s Á la recherche du temps perdu. The diary is found to trace the painful, intimate thoughts of a sixteen-year-old Japanese girl named Naoko (Nao) Yasutani. Mesmerized by the diary and the accompanying letters, Ruth reads on, slowly unearthing Nao’s steady rise from her depressive and insufferable existence. Through its graphic and raw depiction of three parallel, suicidal lives, that of Nao Yasutani; her deceased great-uncle, Haruki #1; and her father, Haruki #2; A Tale for the Time Being presents a strong case for the necessity of societal pressure, arguing that the pain, suffering, and victimization that arise from nonconformity are essential to the advancement
Joy Harjo is a really known author who likes to write about women with some of her Native American writing. She is more direct than other writers like Wendy Rose, but still has that cryptic way of teaching yet easier to understand. Which is something I particularly like.
New Woman was written by Alexandra Kollontai in 1918. She was born in 1872 to an aristocratic family. Kollontai is sort of an unsung hero of feminism in Russia. In this time, feminism was not what it is today; especially in Russia. She begins the work by describing what the “new woman” is and what the “new woman” is not. She uses this phrasing throughout to describe Russia’s past and future. To Kollontai, the “old woman” is a woman’s role in Russian in the past and the “new woman” is the future of women. In her description of the “new woman”, Kollontai uses the women from popular Russian literary works. Kollontai lists all these women and describes how they go against the Russian patriarchy. For example, Kollontai mentions Theresa and she says,
Through all the monstrosities Lola faced as a child, she never gave up. Not when she was orphaned. Not when her Babcia sent her away to live with strangers. Not when she discovered that her grandmother had died. Not even when she was alone on the streets and forced to beg for food. That is why her story needs to be remembered. She IS a survivor.
Heather Cox had always loved the cold town of Glendale and its cozy spot snuggled between the Gray Mountains. It was a place she felt safe. But then again, she had never been outside of Glendale. With its beautiful trees and snow covered mountains, why would you want to? Heather was exactly like her little town, charming and attractive. Heather looks like the kind of girl that at first glance you would be scared of, like she could tear any ego down in seconds. But she was the exact opposite, she was kind-hearted and friendly. Heather looked just like her mother, long dark hair and playful green eyes. She loved being outside, just like her father did. Heather was always told that she was just like her father when it came to her personality.
The heart in my chest is racing faster than formula one cars. I still cannot believe I’m at basketball practice today with an injured ankle running drills as if I’m running for my life. I feel very weak in the knees and hunched over trying to catch my breath without causing too much trouble. Working through the pain because I refuse to deal with my crippling inadequacy issues, I glance over to see one our managers looking at my teammates and me as she is cheering us on. Although with me it was more than a glance. With our eyes, locked, I could see the sympathy in her eyes mixed with low levels of passion.
Ever since I was 8 years old, my answer to the inevitable question of “What to do you want to be when you grow up?” has always been, “A dancer and a missionary”. I cannot remember a time when I was not dancing, and dance is one of my greatest passions. My dream is to one day become a professional dancer and share the joy of dance with others, but I don’t want to just stop there. I hope to reach children in inner cities and poor areas of America who do not have access to dance, and bring them both dance and the gospel, a powerful combination which can forever change a child’s life. I also would love to go on missions trips to bring dance to children in other impoverished nations. However, in order for me to reach these goals, I have to take the next steps as a student.
Learning a second language can be an exciting and beneficial experience for many, however, for some, it can be frustrating and seen as a waste of time, especially if you struggle in your first language. Like Yvonne’s story in Between Worlds, I can relate to her experiences as a student, as a teacher, and the experiences of her students as well. Her student experiences were somewhat similar to mine and left me wanting to learn more about Spanish, however, I had little ability to explore in the way she did. Observing my teacher, there were huge issues in how she engaged and taught us, including teaching only with the book and her opinions getting in the way of how she taught us. For Yvonne’s students, there was an obvious benefit for them in her desire to really reach them and teach them about a language, be it a first or second language, which is not seen often. Yvonne’s journey from a student, to a teacher, and the experiences of her students, is much like what I
I know that this letter may seem odd to you but I am only here to say that I forgive you. I want to bury the hatchet for all the stress and anxiety you have put on my life and Cosette’s as well as the fear you have placed in our hearts all these years. My darling Cosette and I have moved everywhere in order to avoid you. Just knowing that you are alive scares me. I take care to erase every sense of our stay wherever we have to leave a home. I cannot let Cosette out free from our home for fear that you will find her and locate me in the process. Normal things that normal people take for granted never done between Cosette and I for the risk is too great for you to find us. Even though you have ruined my life, I understand and acknowledge why
Ava's father wrinkled his nose at laziness, scoffing at failure. Just days before, when a young man had run through his garden completely naked, muttering something incomprehensible, he rolled his eyes, turned back to his corn field and pushed the plow forward. If every young Romani lad from the neighboring adobe huts finally lost it, so what? If they all ran past, muttering in a weeping voice, “I give up! I give up! I can’t take it anymore,” he didn’t care.
Nope, this isn't going to be a sappy love story bound to replace the next New York Bestseller out there. It is merely a story of a girl that I became friends with nine years after I first met (and quite despised) her. She is Emily Gacovino.