In the process of the assignment professor Knight guides and link us to our lives’ history by putting pieces of the puzzle together through questions in 8 week period, she took us from the first memories to the present. This assignment help to gather part of information that have been lost for a long time. For example, what kind of difficulties I had during grammar school cause by my hyperactivity. This gave me the opportunity open up and be more sensitive to understand trouble kids by different problem.…
I was born in 1947, the youngest in the family, in the town of Shumen by the seaside on the cost of the Black sea. We had a two story house on the hills. In the winter season the streets were covered with four feet of deep snow. In spring, Lipton trees bloomed with flowers, lining on both sides of the streets. The smell of its fragrance still remains in my memory. In the summer after school, we were vacationing for three months in the beach house by the Black Sea. My father stayed behind to provide for us. Because of his love, goodness and kindness of his heart to our family, he struggled a lot to make up with the new government…
Throughout the ages, authors have been known to use many of their life experiences in their literary works. They use certain moments that have been imprinted in their heads, because in some way these specific experiences have changed their lives. For instance, Theodore Roethke wrote the poem, “My Papa’s Waltz” in which he writes about a moment from his early childhood that probably affected him so deeply that he was never able to forget about it. This shows that certain moments in our childhood are particularly crucial to the way we turn out to be as adults.…
On November 18, 1995 in Santa Monica California, I was born into my loving mother’s arms. My parents soon separated, and I grew up with my mother, stepfather, and little brother. From a very young age I was already beginning to take an interest in the written word. I can remember attempting over and over again to write my “bs” and “ds” the correct way until my small hand grew tired. My love of reading, which began at the age of four, continued all through my childhood and into my teens. I could scarcely be seen without a book in hand. As a child of divorce, my role in the family quickly changed from child to adult. Growing older, life was not all adventures and scavenger hunts anymore. Up until middle school, I excelled…
Apart from what any critic had to say about my writing, I knew I had succeeded where it counted when my mother finished reading my book and gave me her verdict: "So easy to read." (Tan “Mother Tongue”).…
One of the most memorable books of my childhood is called “The Rainbow Fish”. In kindergarten, we read this book almost every day. I don’t know why I liked this particular book so much. Was it the colorful pattern the book cover had? I just don’t know. I thought this book was the most amazing book I ever heard of. When I think of this book, I think about how my teacher helped me and my classmates learn how to read better with this book. My literacy experience started at home. Every one can’t say the same. Sitting in bed every night, waiting on my mother to come tuck me in and read me a bedtime stories. When she finally came, she would walk towards my bookshelf to grab a particular book every night. I never knew what it was called, but I know…
The writer’s father is one of a few Indians who can go to catholic school. And his father like normal young man who likes to read book. He used extra money to bought new novels. In his home filled with books. Because Alexie’ father loved books, and Alexie loved his father, therefore, his Indian boy choose to loved book too.…
It seems like it has been years since I set foot in my kindergarten classroom. Those were among the hardest years in my life. Before school, I was accustomed to speaking my native languages, Tagalog and Spanish. Hardly knowing much English I soon began to struggle in class trying hard just to sustain with the rest of the pack. I did not understand why certain words went together, why people talked the way they did, why I have to mimic the same hand motions on paper like the others to communicate. Curiosity of the other language continued to haunt me each and every day, that is, until I was transferred to another class. This new teacher was like the candle that lit up my dark room. To this day I still remember Mr. Schall sitting down beside me on the rainbow rug with a book in hand, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. As he read I absorbed each word like a sponge. I soaked up all the secret knowledge confined within the pages. “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom will there be enough room,” he read over and over again. Will there be enough room? I asked myself. I understood the importance and difficulty of earning a great education from that point on I knew that I had to preserve and improve on my literature. Kindergarten was the establishment of my literary knowledge.…
The literacy narrative, “Mother Tongue”, by Amy Tan, is about the different kinds of Englishes which exist in Tan’s world and how she went against the grain to become a successful writer using the same kinds of Englishes she once despised. Tan recounts how she coped with communicating in a simplistic manner of English with her not so fluent mother, then on the other hand, learning to develop and hone her English skills in school. As a teen, Tan, under the orders of her mother, pretended to be her own mother on the phone because few people were able to understand what little English her mother was able to speak. Her belief that growing up with the broken English her mother used was a detriment to achieving high test scores on her English exams. However, Tan challenged herself by forgoing the stereotypical route of science and math expected in Asians and became an English major. Working through several drafts of her first major project, Tan was able to construct her breakthrough novel The Joy Luck Club with the help of her mother and the different kinds of Englishes she grew up with.…
In my personal literacy narrative, I have chosen to include the most important literacy sponsors that have had influenced my growth as a reader over the years. I would like to dwell on the positive impact of my parents, books and educational institutions on my personal literacy. It goes without saying that each of the aforementioned factors has had an impact on my development as a literate person to certain extent. At the same time, my interaction with people and books as the literacy sponsors is still of high significance to me now. My literacy sponsors taught me the necessities of life and helped me to become more literate. Thanks to the positive impact of my literacy sponsors, education and self-development…
Writing the essay in narration, Amy Tan has depicted very clearly how "mother tongue" or "broken" English affects her as a child using both her excellent diction as well as the broken usage of English. Throughout the essay, she intelligently weaves many humorous stories to lessen the inevitable dullness of telling someone's past. And even though the essay shows many of her mother's limited usage of English, which can lead the audience to misunderstand her mother, Amy Tan never forgets to express her admiration for her mother. Whenever Amy Tan talks about an experience she had with her mother's broken English, she always includes beautiful and positive vocabulary such as: vivid, full of observation, intimacy, etc. to reintroduce her mother as a very important woman in her life, the person that helped her to see things the way she is seeing things now, the way that makes sense of the world. Through Tan's past stories, readers can picture her mother as a very simple, straight forward yet brilliant, and…
So everything—my reading, writing, and other experiences— started with my birth on October 6, 1996; well okay, not really—it didn’t start with my birth. They, my reading and writing experiences, started with preschool, which is the same for most people. These two skills are an integral part of my life; I use them almost every day. However, that doesn’t mean I have to like both of them. I did not like reading very much then, writing even more so; essays and paragraphs and essays and some more essays were painful. My writing skills, to say the very least, were not very developed. As time passed, however, my views toward writing and reading began to change and my ability to write evolved. My reminiscing begins with preschool and there, my first encounter with writing.…
A successful and happy life means a lot to me so I always do my best in everything I do, especially in my responsibilities. My education is one of my responsibilities, and I regard this of the utmost importance. In my studies, I am continuously top one in class; my grades and my conduct are considered exemplary. In my school, class representatives are appointed in each class. I have been appointed as a class representative, and it has helped me vastly in terms of leadership. I take my responsibilities very seriously. "People trust me enough to do what I'm supposed to do, so why don't I just do it well?" I like to think. Moreover, I have won in various competitions within the school and joined a few…
As she read I read along with her my own book in hand. I read the book smiling excitedly as pictures begin to form in my mind from what I was reading. We would do this almost every day until I began to read on my own with little help needed, and before I knew it, I was done with the book and wanting to read another. The only problem was, I wanted a different story. One that I couldn’t seem to find. It was then that I decided to write my own book. A story never heard before. One that I could decide the ending. When I started it was hell. I couldn’t think of the right words, and couldn’t spell. My books were a mix of badly written stories, but as I was determined to do what I loved which was writing. So went on, forcing myself to research how something is spelled, or what it really means. With time not only did my stories begin to improve, but so did my grades in the class. I was getting A’s on my vocabulary quiz and even begin to put some of my vocab words into my stories. I remember the smile on my mom’s face as she read my first story. So many years of my struggling seemed to all be worth it just to see the smile that appeared on her face from…
The story is about a child who possessed all the identity crisis possible. He doesn’t know his father, he’s not sure of his race, and he’s second-guessing his gender. Aside from this, the persona also underwent many challenges in his life. In this memoir we see the shedding of the innocence of a boy, his realization of poverty, and his metamorphosis from a princess to a queen. We see his passion for teaching, his happy childhood despite being poor, and we grasp the truth of how money is not equated with happiness. The story also tells about his mishaps, his misadventures during his first day of work, his own legendary Ondoy tale, and his singing debut which would probably be his last, too scarred to try again.…