With a lawn chair slung over one shoulder and a large cooler in hand‚ I struggle to slam the trunk of my Ford Expedition. I embark on my trek up the steep‚ grassy incline to the field‚ making sure to feel my pocket for the bottle of Advil I promised to deliver. Besides the coaches meticulously raking the field and chalking the foul line‚ there is no one around. The rickety‚ rust coated bleachers remain barren in the sliver of shade. I unfold my chair‚ positioning it at the perfect angle to view the
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New London. A place of opportunity. A place for the future. A place of fierce oppression. I grew up just like every other child in New London. We’re raised by parents that were raised just as us. We’re given predetermined jobs. Twenty thousand dollars is then given to the children when they reach seventeen as birth money. From there‚ they do their job. They’re given a wife at age thirty. And the circuit is repeated. Just as it has been for the last seven hundred years. Complete stability. Nothing
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Annie Normile 11/22/14 College Writing I Professor Liddle Exploring Authentic Experiences The ground beneath the stiff leaves is frozen. The cold‚ brisk air invades my lungs‚ I exhale‚ my breath visible. I step over fallen branches and get tugged on by thorny vines. The untrailed path I forge to the top of this mountain is steep and difficult‚ but worth the work to be a new explorer on the fresh‚ dewridden ground of this lonely mountain on this brisk morning
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Yellow Woman: Behind the Myth The Story "Yellow Woman‚" written by Leslie Marmon Silko features a compelling blurring of the boundaries between myth and everyday experiences between contemporary Native American Life and ancient myths. In Silko’s Story‚ a contemporary Pueblo woman suspects that her liaison with a cattle rustler is a replay of the Yellow Woman legend‚ in which the woman is abducted by a spirit. The writer reflects in her writing the Pueblo belief about myths and how they are related
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“There Is No Unmarked Woman” By: Deborah Tannen Essay Analysis Who are you? Are you a unique individual? Does your appearance really reflect you? Deborah Tannen’s “There Is No Unmarked Woman” exemplifies how normal it is in this society for women to be superficially judged and “marked” on the basis of appearance. This is in contrast to men‚ who are given the social option to remain incomparably “unmarked” by attire. Tannen uses two specific term throughout her entire essay‚ marked and unmarked.
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Crystal Cervantes Professor Chapman English 1A 3:30 20 March‚ 2017 The Woman Card “We teach girls to shrink themselves‚ to make themselves smaller. We say to girls – you can have ambition‚ but not too much. You should aim to be successful but not too successful‚ otherwise you will threaten the man” - Chamamanda Ngozi Adichie. Adichie’s quote is a prime example of how women are taught that it’s normal for a man to be superior in all aspects. Women shouldn’t be conforming their aspirations and goals
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Woman Equality in Film “Roll cameras‚ and ACTION!” We should see the roles that deal with politics and our managers normal‚ and not an exception. Along with actresses‚ female directors face a strong bias in landing any major roles in the film production. Like many advocates‚ I hope to be an influential director one day‚ therefore I will fight for equality but not a separation in Hollywood. The gap between men and woman have always been around‚ and it is also implied to the very thing we all
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He’s a young fellow‚ the comedian‚ with white socks striped in dark‚ and dark suspenders over a white T-shirt. White face‚ red nose. His MO is to take after individuals and emulate their movement without their seeing‚ to the joy of the sizeable‚ regularly evolving group of onlookers. We’re staying here on the means of the Museum‚ hot and sweat-soaked‚ watching the show. The jokester can tail anybody: a smooth lady wearing pink unsettles‚ a child with a mountain bicycle‚ a muscle-shirted man talking
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I absently look at the time on my watch‚ “Sure. I’ll meet you around eight or so. Stub and Herbs?” “Stay strong‚” he salutes with a fist. “Army strong‚ Sergeant‚” I smile and continue walking toward the Arby’s down the street. I check the time on my phone‚ class started fifteen minutes ago. May as well make a few bucks to get by‚ I shrug. I cross the Arby’s parking lot and walk next door where a gaggle of crackheads‚ homeless and welfare check recipients all chain smoke in front of the small
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I’ve seen it all. The horrible facsimile of reality we live in is beginning to break down. Things aren’t right. I’ve seen things. Things that make me question my sanity. A recent trip to the grocery store turned into a Lovecraftian nightmare. I usually have to go to three different grocery stores because crème fraîche is impossible to find in this land of abundance and my fancy French cookbook calls for it in nearly every recipe. Grocery stores are demonic. The vast selection of yogurts alone should
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