When Melissa Cooper-Prince’s eleven-year marriage suddenly ended last year, she was disillusioned, angry, and heartbroken. “I felt blindsided. I needed an emotional outlet,” so the Rockford mother began painting while her children, Hannah, 9, and Cooper, 4, were visiting their father. At first she created small, simple watercolors, but as she became more immersed in the cathartic process, she ventured into other media—as well as more technically, and emotionally, challenging compositions. Having taken only three Art and Design courses at Hope College many years ago, Cooper-Prince had limited experience as an artist, but she realized that “it was a form of therapy” as she would become lost in her art for hours and hours reflecting on her life with and without her husband.
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was born June 7, 1917 in Topeka, Kansas. That same year the Brooks family moved to Chicago. Gwendolyn’s mother knew she had a gift for writing when she was only seven. She tried to help her talent grow by exposing her to multiple types and forms of literature. Gwendolyn’s parents were very strict and did not let her play with other children which caused her to be shy her whole life and allow her acquire only a few friends in high school.
Good morning everyone, I’m going to be reading a passage from Fever 1793, by Laurie Halse Anderson. Born on October 23,1961 in Potsdam, in Northern New York State. She read all the time; awful at math, but then lots of creative people were. She graduated form Georgetown University in 1984 with a B.S.L.L in Languages and Linguistics. For years, Laurie loved to write, but considered it more than a hobby, and became a freelance reporter, she also began to write all types of books, and accomplished to pile up a lot of rejection letters.
On my second interview with my grandmother I had the honor of reading her a poem Nurse and Peron (Touhy, Jett, 2010, p.350). While reading to my 97 year old grandmother I happened to look over at her. I felt and saw a sense of sadness. Even though my grandmother never personally experienced Alzheimer's disease, she had close friends that had succumb to the illness. Growing up I remember my grandfather passing away at the young age of 60, although he did not pass from Alzheimer's disease, he did battle with a chronic illness that left him debilitated.
Although I couldn’t relate to him because my mom is loving, caring, and warm. I was fascinated in some way on how he defeated all these barriers and continued to love his mother. It was a matter of three days before I was finished with the book. I returned to the library to return the book. Mrs. Hills was astonished and even asked me, “Did you really read the book Jesus?” “Yes”, I said.
Crozier feels strongly about revealing the faces -- and stories -- behind the statistics on poverty. "Some of them might be your neighbours, some of them relatives. But there's a whole group of people that are being terribly affected by poverty, and will be for the rest of their living days," she said. Crozier also read a passage from her memoir, Small Beneath the Sky, in which she looked back on learning to read. Because she hadn't attended kindergarten (which had to be paid for), she was behind in Grade 1, and didn't know how to read.
My greatest fear is not being able to keep up with everything in my life, and that my perfectionistic tendencies will slow me down from completing the work in the time I have. It has already been a busy year of new things for me – I have been learning to cook and try to cook 3 nights a week, I have added a daily workout routine, and am returning to playing softball after a year off. Between working full time, staying active and healthy, and adding school to the mix, I fear I am overfilling my plate and something will have to give, even though all of these things are important to me. And though I have always been a good writer, it takes longer when I allow my perfectionism to get in the way. I plan to overcome this fear by making and sticking to a schedule, and reminding myself that everything doesn’t have to be perfect.
Markus Zusak uses her and her love for books to help portray the main idea of words and literature and the power they can have. When Liesel first arrived on Himmel Street she couldn’t read and was totally illiterate however Hans took the time to teach her to read and soon we find that Liesel has a real gift for writing and reading. Max says in his book ‘the word shaker’ “She knew how powerless a person could be without words” and it is from being illiterate till she was 10 that she gained this knowledge. Because of the events in her life, and her understanding of their power, she decides to use the words positively. We see this when she writes in her novel, the book thief, "I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."
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.
Praveen Athukorala ENG 111 (15297) 9/20/14 In “One Being 17, Bright, and Unable to Read’’ by David Raymond and ‘’The Day Language Came in to My Life’’ by Helen Keller in both stories the authors talks about they struggle with language growing up. Like for example Raymond explain his struggles with dyslexic disorder, which make hard from him to reading and writing. In Helen Keller stories she was a women that lost her vision and hearing as an eighteen mouth old baby, and she wasn’t able to learn anything because she felt small amount of emotion. I find it really interesting that Raymond and I have similarities. I wouldn’t say I struggle with