ENGLISH LITERATURE ASSIGNMENT 1 POEM ANALYSIS REASON FOR CHOOSING THIS POEM I choose this poem ‘if’ by Rudyard Kipling because when I read this poem it reminds me of when I was a little girl how it was difficult to grow up. This poem brings back memories. Back in that time‚ my family wasn’t a well-to-do family. It makes me remember how hard it is to do things on my own and it took me a very long time to be independent and start to mature. It also make me think how much farther
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Short Story: Danger Mouse Umpa Lumpa’s And Fickle Thoughts FOUR O’CLOCK! He said I could leave at four o’clock today. WANKER! Being my last day an all‚ I was promised on Monday that I could leave an hour early today‚ as a good will gesture‚ you know‚ thanks for all the hard work and all that; ten fucking years of hard work – and I get an hour. Well‚ it’s now just gone half three‚ and that jumped up‚ four eyed little Hitler wants me to attend a productivity meeting. I should have just told him where
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Short story – jealous Tina and Susan were best friend from primary school until now. Tina is a girl with pretty face‚ smart brain and she had a good interpersonal relationship. Susan is a girl that hard-working but dull. Tina was her only friend and the best friend. It seems that everything of Susan is better. Comparing cannot be avoided. ’What a good weather!’ Tina said. ’Then ‚ what can we do? I suggest...’ Susan answered. ’Wait‚ wait!You forget our biology SBA and
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and into the kitchen where my mother was standing‚ hands on hips and forehead creased. “Why couldn’t you just reply the first time I call you?” She asked‚ dark eyes flicking up to meet my own for a fleeting moment‚ then back down to squint at the house décor magazine in front of her on the marble counter top again. “I did mum‚” I replied. “Well I didn’t hear you‚ probably because you have that horrible death metal music blasting from your room.” “I would hardly call my music ‘death metal’ mum. But
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Short Story There is one thing in my life that I cannot go a day without and that being my purse. My purse is much more important to me than a hauler of my things that gets carried along with me everywhere I go. It metaphorically carries my life in its silk lining. So on a frigid day in November while on vacation in New York‚ I made a horrible realization that I lost my purse. After realizing that I lost my purse I felt like a mother that just lost her child. All I could think about is that
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"...the pain of saying goodbye and moving on." Write a short story inspired by the above phrase. Bright lights. Clean walls. Clean floors. Pale uniforms. People rushing back and forth through the corridors. That nauseating smell that lingers in your nostrils for hours after you leave. Blood slipped down the left side of his face‚ dripping off his chin‚ slowly forming a tiny puddle between his legs. His hair was a mess‚ his clothes soaked - ragged in places where the medics had cut them to check
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Alyvia Daly English lll October 18‚ 2013 Period 5 The Twins Liv was sitting in a chair staring at an aged iron gate with the words of the asylum’s name “Forquer Asylum” embedded in the iron work. She seemed to be staring at something else though‚ something only she could see. You could tell she was in deep thought and whatever it was trouble her greatly just by the way her face was scrunched up like if she was mad. “Liv…” called Dr. Grey. Liv turned not realizing Dr. Grey had been
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detailed images of others. As the youngest in the family my “pre loved bicycle was a battered royal red etched with a silver logo. On countless Sundays I had ridden up the hill‚ over the rise and passing the weeping willow‚ to arrive at my grandmother’s house. Invariably‚ she would be cooking in her kitchen. I vividly recall the fragrant aromas arousing my insatiable adolescent appetite. Sometimes she would be seated outside on the concrete porch on the wicker chair with her ebony cat. However the cat’s
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Vacation to remember On a beautiful day in July‚ the sun shone brightly above the ocean where a sail boat leisurely floated. A pirate‚ named Nabarun who is the captain of his own boat‚ along with his friend Paandu were sailing on the coast of Vancouver. Nabarun and Paandu had come from India and had been best friends for 10 years; they had big dreams of travelling the world together because Nabarun was a pirate and owned his own sail boat which made it easier for them to travel and see family
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the whole book. Without the help of my group I would not been able to figure out the plot or the whole point of the story. Also throughout the story the main character change his view on the world around him‚ I however did not pick this up and when we went to go and discuss the section they helped my out. Without them I would have never been able to figure out the point in the story. During these few weeks I learned what my abilities where as a group participant. I found out that I was a good sharer
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