PART I ESSAY Origin of Essay History of essay as a literature form has begun in 1580 when Michel de Montaigne has published the book “Les Essais”. In French term “essais” means “try” or “experience”. It was a book written because of boredom; it did not have a distinct structure or plan‚ and consisted of individual chapters‚ formally unrelated to each other. Montaigne suggested his literary tests in form of initial essay‚ highlighting their subjective‚ relative‚ and inconclusive sides. In fact
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The first of the six life events that have had a profound effect on me is the the death of my younger sister‚ Pam. She was two‚ and I was four. I do not recall all the details‚ but I do recall the day she passed‚ my mother’s reaction and my sister’s funeral. I remember touching her leg‚ it was cold‚ and I was very sad. She was wearing a blue dress‚ with a black ribbon. The second event is the first time I witnessed my father physically and verbally abusing my mother‚ I was five. I was terrified
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An Unforgettable Experience “ Darling‚ your dad and I will be going out for a while.” What followed almost immediately was the banging of closing door‚ keys weaving into the keyholes‚ these metals strips being rotated. Then silence. I am the biggest apple of my parents’ eyes‚ given the fact that I am the only child in the family. It is therefore not surprising to see them buying whatever I want‚ and getting the latest gadget seemed pedestrian. Household chores are neither a necessity
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the brush and begin my daily ritual. As I brush my hair I glimpse through the mirror and focus on my sister. She has returned to her bed and lies in her mismatched pajamas under the blanket doing who knows what on her tablet after she has complained about me not being prepared for school yet.
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able to move to the land of opportunity. We started from zero‚ there was absolutely no money in our pockets. I was a new student at a new school in a foreign country. I could not be more self-conscious at any other time in my life. All I could think about was how others saw me and how I fit in with
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Narrative Essay Draft Compose a rough draft of an essay on the topic of returning to school. Next week‚ you will study specific techniques for narrative writing. You may read ahead if you wish. However‚ this week you are only required to practice the strategies in Chapters 3 and 4 of your text Essentials of College Writing. Based on your readings‚ choose a topic and develop a focus for your essay. Follow the “Structure of the Paper” section in Chapter 3 and the steps of the writing process in
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My sophomore year was a great year for me as far as school goes. It was a year filled with many surprises and mysteries. It was my second year returning to Charles F. Brush High School and as I walked into the first day of school I wondered how my day would transpire. I was ecstatic to be immediately greeted by one of my friends that I met during my freshman year. It wasn’t so much that it was him that made me ecstatic‚ it was more of him being a familiar face and me being reassured. His name was
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I was so excited that grandpa was finally taking me fishing. Ever since I saw the monster of a fish in his basement‚ I dreamt that one day we would catch a shark together. Friday night grandpa called me. I sat in the chair with the phone held to my face. I smile stretched from cheek to cheek when he said we were going to go fishing. That night I was hardly able to sleep. The anticipation of this momentous occasion filled my mind with dreams of the fish that I would see swimming in the crystal clear
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For months‚ my parents had been discussing sending my mom‚ little brother and I back to our native country. I was only eight years old then and I did not understand the reason or the quickness to return. On that day‚ August 23rd‚2008‚ we departed to Guatemala‚ leaving behind my father‚ alone. As I landed at the airport‚ I anticipated the feeling of seeing my older sister and other relatives for the first time. Weeks passed by‚ my brother and I wouldn’t stop asking my mother when we would come back
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I used to be popular. I used to make friends as naturally as breathing. I used to be so sociable that adults would tire of hearing me speak. I used to find myself standing before the teacher’s desk‚ receiving some minor punishment for socializing too often. Then my family moved‚ and I lost all the relationships I had built up. I used to start all over again with the same level of enthusiasm as initially. And again. And again. Every time my family moved‚ I started to see less and less of
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