Rebecca didn’t get any of the information in the book from any website. This book wasn’t written until after the death of Henrietta. She actually took time to cooperate with Henrietta’s family, friends, lawyers, doctors, ethicists and also many journalists who’ve written about the Lacks family. The main person that Rebecca has taken information from is Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah Lacks personal journals. She didn’t just take information from human figures but from archival photos, documents, and scientific and historical research.
I had never done homework. I had never been in a classroom, and I most certainly had never written a paper. Even though I was sitting in a college class, I felt like a preschooler, waddling into the classroom on my first day of school where I will be learning about different shapes, colors, and how to politely ask for things. I was terrified of failing, I was terrified of the embarrassment that would come if I asked what a thesis was or what rhetorical meant. I sat at my desk petrified by the announcement of the in-class essay, a three page rhetorical analysis.
This was the start of a new hobby that left behind another. I never again found that same level of desire to read. I still read here and thee in middle school when I had nothing else to do. Reading became a time filler not something I sought out to do. As I journeyed through high school I struggled to find motivation to read even the assigned novels and reading.
I never imagined myself taking an AP English class. Upon first arriving in the U.S, I was extremely lonely, lacking any friends or family to share those lonely feeling. At school, I struggled in every class and struggled to make friends with other kids. While at home, television and games provided my only companionship. I missed Vietnam, longing for delicious authentic Vietnamese foods and the love of my big family and closing friends.
After reading the book I have realized just because you don’t have that new LG slide phone or that bright fluorescent I-pod you have always dreamed about. Doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. What I do have is a loving family and friends. Perdita had none of those things. She was adopted when she was only young, her foster parents always fight and on top of that the whole school classifies her as a freak!
I asked her did she think the acne breakouts was related to school. She answered; “It must be, every person in the school stresses about their work and worry constantly about their grades. Me? I just go
I didn’t go to the mall, the lake, or the pool, or answer the phone. I have entered the high school with the wrong attitude. And I don’t have anyone to sit with” (4 page). In this scene Melinda is coming to her new school and she thinks what she sees. This is important because Melinda sees her ex-best friends that don’t want to see her and her clan Plain Janes has splintered and the pieces are being absorbed by rival
Part 1 At one point in high school my grades were below par which didn’t really make my parents happy. They decided to enroll me into a tuition center where may other kids take tuitions during the school holiday. One week in, I didn’t have a single friend, probably because I’ve always been a really shy person. I sat outside reading before my morning class. I looked up and noticed this girl was moving towards me, she engaged into conversation with me and then told me she thought I was real good looking and that definitely was an ego booster, she then suddenly left and I never saw her again because that was my last summer school class.
This had been for Alison’s emotional needs at the time. She never would talk to her parents about what she was really feeling. She would write in her diary, made poetry in parts of the book, Fun Home is a perfect example of her emotional needs as well. Her parents weren’t helping with communicating as well. Ian Sample tells us that psychologists say, “Brain scans on volunteers showed that putting feelings down on paper reduces activity in a part of the brain called the amygdala, which is responsible for controlling the intensity of our emotions”.
When I was in high school I experienced a bad teacher in English, then that following year I had an excellent English teacher. The bad English teacher kept to the same old ways of teaching by requiring us to memorize boring vocabulary words, and work out of the Text book to learn grammar. We would walk in and she would tell the assignment and then we would barely hear her speak throughout the remainder of the classroom period. My classmates and I dreaded going to this class everyday and most of us had very poor grades resulting from