Personal Narrative: The Change Of Language

challenge and hurdle of my life. Growing up in a family with parents that only

“The Roaring 20’s” is a common name used for the 1920’s era because there was much success around the nation, subsequent to World War 1. F. Scott Fitzgerald writes “The Great Gatsby” with it’s setting dating back to the 1920’s. In this novel, Fitzgerald writes about the baffling main character known as Jay Gatsby and other complex symbols throughout the novel. Followed by this novel were many films, one being “The Great Gatsby” (2013) successfully directed by Baz Luhrmann. The novel and the book both share similarities, yet have some differences between the parties, characters, and the symbols.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

I personally think that in personal narrative a literacy work has more of an impact. I believe this because it can convey more details than a movie based on the literacy work. Both I believe are good ways to portray the sense of time but in different ways. In a movie you see more of how the directors see things instead of being able to imagine it

“Tienes tijeras?” asked a young girl. Not understanding what she had said, I asked her what she needed in English, but she looked back at me with eyes full of confusion. A simple question from one young girl asking for scissors had made me nervous and completely freeze in the moment. Through this, interacting with the children worried me because of the language barrier which would make it twice as hard as interacting with the children at home.

Throughout the first semester, I already feel as though I have learned multiple skills that push my writing to a higher level. I have never worked with “They Say, I Say” before, and all of the readings that we have done so far associated with that book added new aspects to my writing than ever before. In particular, I have noticed a large change in my ability to introduce and summarize a piece of writing that I am analyzing before adding my own opinion or take on a subject. Instead of consistently summarizing points of the piece throughout my writing, I improved upon my skills and can now effectively and concisely summarize the piece before introducing any of my own opinions. Additionally, the class discussion that we had about the purpose of a concluding paragraph, in my opinion, helped improve my skills in answering the question: so what?

Congratulations, You are amazing, you complete two courses. In a way, I feel like I did also, as I had to reviewed everything from English 101 in order to survive. Definitely, there was a lot of work, being able to keep us shows we have time management skills and critical thinking skills even though we pushed them to the max.

Since its inception, the followers of Islam have grown exponentially, spreading the religion’s ideals across the world. Today, Islam is one of the most significant religions in the world by attracting millions of followers who continue to adhere to the ancient practices outlined in the Qur’an. Unfortunately, these practices are often looked down upon by non-Muslim people and considered to be symbolic of terrorism or of the fundamentalist side of the religion. This instance can be observed largely in France as a result of secularism that has been deeply rooted in the country for generations. The most controversial practice of Islam today is Islamic dress. Women who wear head coverings like hijabs, burqas, and niqabs as a way to bring them closer to god are viewed as unwilling to integrate into Western society even though the women may be French citizens.

In a restroom, in a church or anywhere else in the world you will judge a person by their appearance whether it be negative or positive, you cannot help it, it just happens whether you like it or not. For an example, when you are walking down the street and you see someone wearing ripped up clothes and bad hygiene then you automatically assume negative things such as beggar, homeless or even possibly a drug abuser. Being judged can go a different way also, you can think of someone as a rich, snobby individual because they are wearing very nice clothes and act a certain way but in all actuality, they could be a wonderful person. A more serious case of people judging other people that I have noticed is that most people

The poem below is a byproduct of an early fall Friday morning spent relaxing outside of Hendershot's Coffee. While I sipped on my dark roast coffee, I witness many homeless gentlemen and women passing along on Prince Ave. After living in Augusta, Ga for ten years and participating in a church in the dead center of downtown, I was familiar with the homeless and usually never thought much into the subject. My mentality changed when a grey breaded man with his face tan from the long hours in the sun walked passed me. I had never experienced such a disclosure of sadness radiate off a human being. And as he swiftly escaped from my view, the name Tim resided in my mind from the name tag on the right breast pocket of his shirt. My poem The Evolution

English is not a subject that a student can learn in a single semester, or even an entire school year. To learn the language and its intricacies takes years and cannot be covered in one class. As a result, most high school student take four courses, each building upon the last. I expect English III to build upon the knowledge and skills I learned from English II. With this honing, I expect to have the necessary skills to sufficiently write my North Carolina Graduate paper.

The community depend on everyone freedom to giving up the freedom we all have that we work hard for, for the community to have us work or follow the laws we have or life we want to keep for our self. There been a lot of people that spent mostly all their freedom to have and work for the community but, not everyone should have to this like children working in factories and becoming like slaves to people who don’t pay them a lot of money for how much they are put to work and ways they live. I say no that people have to give up on their freedom to help the community out, like most kids these days don’t have to work until they 16 to get a job, where every you live at. But mostly in other countries kids have to work so they can help their parents with rent or food to eat, which gives up a lot of kids freedom these days.

I’m not really the loud type. I love to ponder questions but it’s just to myself. Sure, I love a good competition and sometimes I enjoy battling with talents. A struggle between the smoothest folds of origami paper versus the flyability of a paper airplane. But I don’t like to be the center of attention. I’m not the one to speak up a new idea. I’m not out-going by nature; I rarely challenge others openly and I abhor presentations. This is me. “Who wants to present their project first?” My middle school language arts teacher’s voice rang out like a harsh, shrill whistle. We’ve just finished a unit on Egyptian mythology and many projects were dying to be presented. I had worked hard and I could feel my project squealing to be revealed; like a rodent trapped under a trashcan lid. My teacher uses popsicle sticks. However, this time she asked “who would like to present first?” The hands of my rambunctious classmates shot up: Nick, John, Cece. Anyone else? My stomach sunk as I felt myself raising my hand. Like a bright searchlight on a runaway prisoner, my

You ask one to be vulnerable for you? But do you ever stop and think what ones feels when they hear that word? Well, when I hear that word I think of a gazelle running for its life in the middle of a never ending, wide open field. I think of one single animal scared out of its mind with a lion on its tail just waiting for that right moment when it stumbles. And then I think of the slow decent to the ground when it does fall. The lion sinking its teeth into it and ripping apart everything that made it look and feel like a gazelle, and then finally puncturing his long canines into the heart. Just like that, it’s gone. I was that gazelle once and I was torn apart as someone told me my soul wasn’t righteous enough and my personality wasn’t small enough, my mind wasn’t brilliant enough, and my heart wasn’t worth the trouble. And from then on, I vowed to always be the lion, and I built walls tall enough and strong enough that no one could get through. Barriers I myself forgot how to break down. So, don’t tell me to be vulnerable for you because I can’t even remember how to do it for myself.

I recall having the hardest time adapting to the environment and understanding English when I first moved to America in 2005; however, everything changed when Jessica, my first friend, reached out to help me. I met Jessica through the friendship between her grandma and my aunt, and with Jessica’s encouragement, I was more motivated to learn.