Bauer‚ Margaret D. "Forget The Legend And Read The Work: Teaching Two Stories By Ernest Hemingway." College Literature 30.3 (2003): 124. Academic Search Premier. Web. 24 Sept. 2016. The article by Margaret D. Bauer begins with her stating that she does not suggest we read and critique literature with no consideration as to the history behind the piece and the author‚ but that she does like to teach works of literature that differ from the authors’ prior reputation and remind people to not jump to
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When I was little I liked to watch cartoons‚ but I absolutely loved to read. On Mondays I would spend hours at the library gathering a pile of books I would read that week. I always enjoyed reading because I would usually learn a few new words per day. As some one with English as their second language‚ this meant a lot to me. I learned how to figure out what a word meant from context clues‚ and after that I almost never had to pick up a dictionary. Reading was my way of passing the time till my parents
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Hate is prevalent and practiced reminding those where their "place " is according to their race. At my place of work‚ once new people are hired‚ a certain supervisor will tell new employees negative stereotypes regarding fellow supervisors. Mine is I am racist. Of course‚ management was informed however documented only‚ no counseling with said employee occurred.
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nearly 18 year old student‚ the best part of my days are when I have nothing scheduled. No work‚ no homework‚ no commitments. For that reason‚ I believe in a day off. Three years ago I walked through the doors of Mead High School like most incoming freshman‚ nervous‚ excited‚ and way too full of confidence. Everything had seemed to fall into place while I was in middle school. I became pretty used to the routine of school‚ friends‚ and football. Time had never really been an issue for me. After homework
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a simple beginning to a beautiful day in Albuquerque‚ New Mexico. The dry morning air brought a wealth of warmth to my tired skin. "Today is a day of opportunity‚" I thought. I would hopefully be entering the work force after a long battle with unemployment. I was excited because my days were filled with nothing but boredom and my mind was occupied with nothing but despair. Hopefully‚ today would be the day that I left my past behind me. Just three years ago‚ I was an up and coming astrophysicist
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I believe in change. Not changing who you are on the outside or fixing who you are on the inside; but changing to be the best version of yourself. Living up the your own expectations to be the best and only person you could imagine yourself being. About 5 years ago‚ I realized I wasn’t the person I wanted to be. I would gaze at myself and just stare at that little fat girl staring back at me. No one ever knew I thought or felt this way. If I ever called myself ugly or fat I would be lectured about
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I was in the cafeteria with my friend Naya at our community college. Somehow‚ we got a conversation were Naya said something about how she wants her futcher children to feel about their race and skin town. Instantly‚ I was brought back to the time in my early childhood where I wished to be white. Before I could even get three words out I began to cry as two emotions‚ anger and sadness‚ dwelled deep within me‚ that I made shore was never risen to the surface‚ … emerged. I cried‚ I cried in PUBLIC
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holidays. It is a holiday that you celebrate with your friends and family. I love Thanksgiving for many reasons. One of the reasons I like it is because of the five day weekend. The five day weekend really helps because students need to rest and most students do not sleep enough which makes them unhealthy. I like how most teachers do not give homework over the break so students can rest and spend time with their family. I think people still like Thanksgiving even if they don’t celebrate it because
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"I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up my friend." At one point in my life‚ I found this quote to be totally insignificant. Now that I look back on my teenage years‚ I see it. The rollercoaster only went up from the point I opened my big‚ fat‚ attitude infested‚ mouth to my step-mother‚ Verona. The take off was bumpy‚ as well the entire rest of the journey up. Though it did eventually come down‚ not only going up. I came down an entirely different person and didn’t have to think of life as a fictional
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still remember her. I still remember. High school is a time of pain and glory‚ of smart elites and expelled burnouts‚ of brown nosers and lazy group members. It can be easy‚ or it can be terribly hard‚ but mostly it’s just there. Like a constant buzzing in the back of your mind‚ never fully recognized or dismissed. It is impossible for adults to fully remember what they experienced in high school. It’s hard enough for teenagers to remember what happened the year before last. This fact‚ and this fact
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