Alison Smith: A Short Story

Sarah Polley’s film Stories We Tell is as much about how we interpret images – what we take as “true” – as it is about how we remember. Through a close analysis of the film discuss what you think the film sets out to do and how it achieves these aims. In answering this question you might also want to look at reviews of the film.

A new principal was hired at Kristina's elementary school, he was also her 4th grade teacher. He respected Kristina's opinion and listened to her pitch,

On a normal day at West Wilson Middle School, Mrs.Williamson’s class was learning about the Cawton Family heritage. Allie Smithing was an above average girl and the worst lesson she has every had happened that week.

The protagonist in the story is their school consoler Ms. Davis she helped the girls feel better about themselves and face the fact that

It was the morning after Millicent decided to not join the sorority and everybody in Lansing High was talking about her. As she walked down the halls she found herself followed by mean stares and whispers. When Millicent entered her english class Bev was waiting for her.

Imagine the possibilities of a school environment where students learn academics through the arts. This alternative method has become greatly beneficial to students with learning disabilities, whom struggle to reach a proficient level like their peers. The common standards that have been placed upon children with learning disabilities has created an increasingly large population of frustrated students not meeting grade level. Sally Smith’s alternative method of an art-based curriculum proves to be effective with helping students with learning disabilities comprehend academic material. In The power of the arts: creative strategies for teaching exceptional learners the book breakdowns the issues of self-worth in students with learning disabilities,

Film Analysis Essay In the film Stories We Tell, filmmaker Sarah Polley describes the dramatic life of her mother (Diane) through a series of stories; doing so through a variety of short reenactments and sound choices. Using real individuals close to her mother, Polley takes a deep dive into her families’ secrets, and how stories vary depending on the teller. Polley uses a mixture of home movies and reenactments to covey what her mother was truly like. Using real footage in addition to fictional reenactments allows the audience to have a better understanding of the filmmaker’s mother, while keeping the viewer interested.

Everyone greets her in the hallways, wishing to be her friend. Each morning she looks in the mirror searching for something she'll never find. Her eyes are sinking deep into her face and her smile no matter how hard she tries is always forced. Her mother hands her some uplifting pamphlets that tell her things get better and she's not alone. The colorful charts and pictures display signs and treatments for teens living with depression. She slides her hand over the glossy paper and slowly shreds it with her hands. Her friend of fifteen years watches her breaking from the

Barbara Smith was born on October 5th , 1947. She lived in Blakemore Way, Greenfields Road, Southmore for 3 years. Her daughter and granddaughter also lived with her. They named Jenny and Shelley. Barbara’s husband passed away after suffering a heart attack 20 years ago. Her son-in-law has left her daughter and they are divorcing.

Caroline Newby was a model pupil with an excellent attendance record, but was reduced to a psychological wreck by a gang of eight girls. She was so afraid to go to school that one year

Lenora Smith, a woman of few words, but when she does choose to utter a statement everyone listens. During class, all halted in the wake of the stern hold of voice, holding their breath waiting for her to say who was in trouble. When she returned home, though she still maintains her hard exterior and her disciplinary manner, her true demeanor and kind heart shines through when she surrounded by family and friends. I’ve admired her since I was in pull-ups, she held me at my birth, helped me balance on my two feet as a toddler, and has made sure I haven’t fallen since. Her tough love has molded me into the person I am today and I’m grateful for every word of encouragement, every lecture, and every hug.

May Smith was in her late thirty, and single. She was looking for a change in her life. She wants to ban the notions of doing income tax for rest of her life. One crisp morning, she set out for a nice drive. In a quick glance, she had spotted a bed & breakfast. Closer she got to it; you would swear it was a small mansion. It was intriguing to her by its appearances. “I will have to check it out.

Once there was a young female who enjoyed going hiking, so she went on a trek with her family. Her brother attempted to frighten her by claiming he spotted a snake, although Ashley knew it was a sham because there was no snakes where they were hiking. She and her family are very industrious and she acknowledged her family's hard work by taking them there. Ashley checked what time it was and their location and estimated how long they have been hiking, and how far they have traveled.

I should’ve hit him in the head but I was so scared. It reeks of gasoline and he gets back up and yanks the pool out of my hand and drags me into the room and starts pouring gasoline on the bed and pushing me down. As he pushes me I roll my ankle. He pushes me down runs out of the room. I hear him lock the door behind him. He’s going to burn this house down with me in it. I hear him going through the drawers in the house and I hear him trying to light matches. Then I hear the whoosh of flame and now I got to figure out how I’m going to get out of here. The window it too small for me to climb out and the room is filling with flame and smoke. I sit down and cry not knowing what to do and then I hear sirens. I get a glimmer of hope and I start screaming help. The house it already up in flames and ever second it’s getting bigger. I look at the door and I know it’s my only way out of this room so I run as fast as I can at the door and it doesn’t budge. I do it again and the door falls down. I’m coughing cause the smoke if filing u in my lungs and I still feel uneasy from whatever he had that made me pass out. I crawl to what I can barely see of a door that outside and I bang on

Jayde sat alone at round table. She noticed that she was the only African American student with thick poofy hair. She noticed a group of girls looking at her and heard one of them whisper,