...stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair. I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind m e with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blond ring. When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into a knot. I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can’t say the same of myself. I sneak a look at my reflection when she isn’t paying attention—not for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity. A lot can happen to a person’s appearance in three months. In my reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin nose—I still look like a little girl, though sometime in the last few months I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate birthdays, but we don’t. It would be self-indulgent. “There,” she says when she pins the knot in place. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror. It is too late to look away, but instead of scolding me, she smiles at our reflection. I frown a little. Why doesn’t she reprimand me for staring at myself? “So today is the day,” she says. “Yes,” I reply. “Are you nervous?” I stare into my own eyes for a moment. Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a f action; I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them. “No,” I say. “The tests don’t...
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...really good days or only a mediocre day. Judging by Oliver’s expression she looked all right, but it was difficult to tell. The salesclerks saw too many beautiful young women to be impressed, though one told Ginny she envied her her hair - not just that shade of chestnut red but the thickness too. In the changing room she told Ginny that her own hair was “coming out in handfuls” but Ginny told her it didn’t show. It will begin to show one of these days, the salesgirl said. Ginny modeled a green velvet jumpsuit with a brass zipper and oversized buckles, and an Italian knit dress with bunchy sleeves in a zigzag pattern of beige, brown, and cream, and a ruffled organdy “tea dress” in pale orange, and a navy-blue blazer made of Irish linen, with a pleated white linen skirt and a pale blue silk blouse. Assuming she could only have one costume, which seemed to be the case, she would have preferred the jumpsuit, not just because it was the most expensive outfit (the price tag read $475) but because the green velvet reflected in her eyes. Oliver decided on the Irish linen blazer and the skirt and blouse, however, and told the salesclerk to remove the tags and to pack up Ginny’s own clothes, since she intended to wear the new outfit. Strolling uptown, he told her that with her hair down like that, and her bangs combed low on her forehead, she looked like a “convent schoolgirl.” In theory, that was. Tangentially. It was a balmy, windy day in early April. Everyone was out. Ginny kept seeing...
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...I look at the clock and I realize that it's been going off for two hours now. I sigh to myself, turns out i just overslept and that whole thing was just a nightmare. I sprint to the window and see that the streets are crowded and lines are out the doors of shops. “Woohoo” I yell in delight. I quickly realize that I’m supposed to meet my friends for a lunch-in at ten o’clock. I take a shower at record speed and grab my favorite ripped jeans and sweater. I braid my hair into two Dutch braids making sure that the blond streaks are visible. I grab my makeup and apply some concealer and mascara, then I’m out the door with my bag and phone. I start the car and race to the little coffee shop near the library. I turn the corner and see the small white car ram into me. Then everything goes...
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...good days or only a mediocre day. Judging by Oliver’s expression she looked all right, but it was difficult to tell. The salesclerks saw too many beautiful young women to be impressed, though one told Ginny she envied her her hair - not just that shade of chestnut red but the thickness too. In the changing room she told Ginny that her own hair was “coming out in handfuls” but Ginny told her it didn’t show. It will begin to show one of these days, the salesgirl said. Ginny modeled a green velvet jumpsuit with a brass zipper and oversized buckles, and an Italian knit dress with bunchy sleeves in a zigzag pattern of beige, brown, and cream, and a ruffled organdy “tea dress” in pale orange, and a navy-blue blazer made of Irish linen, with a pleated white linen skirt and a pale blue silk blouse. Assuming she could only have one costume, which seemed to be the case, she would have preferred the jumpsuit, not just because it was the most expensive outfit (the price tag read $475) but because the green velvet reflected in her eyes. Oliver decided on the Irish linen blazer and the skirt and blouse, however, and told the salesclerk to remove the tags and to pack up Ginny’s own clothes, since she intended to wear the new outfit. Strolling uptown, he told her that with her hair down like that, and her bangs combed low on her forehead, she looked like a “convent schoolgirl.” In theory, that was. Tangentially. It was a balmy, windy day in early April. Everyone was out. Ginny kept...
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...For many of us, it has been installed in our brains that opportunities are elsewhere and that we from underdeveloped countries must venture off to find them. But what happens when we arrive to this land of opportunity, is it all “blue skies, white picket fences and smiles all around” as the magazines say? In this paper, we will take a look at the experiences of three international students on their journey toward higher education in an unfamiliar country. Did the presence of family, friends, mentors as well as student diversity on their college campus play a role in their academic success? Mr. Smith, Mr. Pier and Ms. Mal from Cameroon, Ivory Coast and Haiti, respectively, expressed what it felt like, leaving behind the familiar for the unfamiliar....
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...which inevitably include the nominative one. As a primary language function, the nominative function assumes the language system ability to designate and to isolate fragments of reality, transferring their notions into words, word combinations, idioms and sentences. The dynamic development of cognitive and communicative activities of human society and, as a result, the emergence of new realities, artifacts, objects of material and spiritual culture really determine one of the main tasks of language as "providing all spheres of life activity of a person with new designations" [3]. However, the role of the language in organizing and storing information in our mind is still unclear. A lot of disciplines are aimed at studying perception, reflection of the reality and principles of information transforming. The...
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...Created by: Marina Kim DESIGNER STUDY GUIDE * Haute couture “the finest needlework” * Paris became the center of haute couture because France has been the leading manufacturer of beautiful fabrics, including silks, taffetas, velvets, and brocade * Chambre Syndicale de la Couture de Paris was established in 1868. This was a professional body that was composed of haute couture houses and other firms that had made-to-measure dressmaking business in the Paris area. This union determined policy governing the fashion industry (such as copyright protection), establishing fair trading practices, organizing major biannual fashion shows, and acting as a mediator between the press and the fashion industry. * During the Depression years of 1930, it was necessary for the collection showings to be well-organized, pre-publicized, and spaced over a 12-day period. * Despite of the loss of profits, designers still create haute couture collections too publicize their designer brands or diffusion lines. * Le Bon Marche is one of the oldest and most influential grande magasins in Paris. They set the benchmarks that led the way to the modern development of mass merchandising * * Some of Charles Worth’s clients were members of high society, royalty, and foreign aristocracy * Celebrities such as actors Sarah Bernhardt and Lillie Langtry publicized his gowns throughout Europe * As his gowns became more known, his gowns were sent overseas to England & America ...
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...Write an essay (500-700 words) in which you analyse and interpret Polly Clark’s short story “Reconciliation”. Your essay must include the following points: - - - A characterization of the narrator. The narrators relationship with her husband Comment on the point of view. Remember that when you analyse you need quotes from the text to show where you find your arguments. And these must be written in the essay like this: “jogiue oghoeih ngfoeiht” (line and page). Side 8 af 11 sider B Folly Clark Reconciliation g It’s my first day. I cycled here in my trainers and I have forgotten my shoes. It’s a buildin so I’ll like a pile of cardboard boxes. My trainers definitely will look weird with my skirt, if they don’t mind if I walk in bare feet. tell them that my feet hurt and it will be better I hurt my feet... mountaineering, I’ll say. It’s cold and raining. A thirty-foot Christmas tree draped in lights rears in front of the main entrance, but it doesn’t cheer the place up. Mountaineering? asks the fat girl in personnel doubtfully. Yes, I say, in Scotland. I don’t elaborate. [. .1 I’m posted on the third floor: credit control. It’s a bunker in hazardous beige. The soles like cars in a jam, each io of my feet toil across the industrial carpet. The desks are lined up ter keys with a driver who never looks up. There’s no sound except the clicking of compu tinsel has been wrapped around the and my feet, flailing across the carpet. Here and there, edges of desks and...
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...ashes, Make the reds and grays, Of the paint you use, To make the winter. Can’t wait to enter. The world of boxes, Searching for foxes. Staging a war, Fought only by four, And exhausted by the words, Of the ones unseen. Invisible. “Loss of Self” November, 2013 Bloomington, IN I see you walking Away, in the distance, Disappearing into the fog. But time keeps turning, The wheels in a cog, Are stripping. Into the mist, With not but a gist, Of where you could be found, Not even a sound, In the silence of the mind, Only to find, A reflection in the mirror, That’s not yours. The sheep in the herd, Can only be heard, By the shepherd that leads Them astray. Falling leaves in the rain, Find their death in the sway, To be born anew in spring. Finding their way, Again to the sway, And reincarnation’s the Name of the day. Raked into bags, Thrown out with the rags, Lost in a tangle of trash. Lost in the abyss of the past… “Infinite Reflection” November, 2013 Spencer, IN A feeling felt in guilt, A scabbard to the hilt, Thrust in the center of my soul. Through the bitterness and bother, My failure as a father, When the title “role model” is the ultimate goal. My words have been burned, To never be heard, As the fire that turns into coal. By leading the way, Though-- slightly astray, We’ll always find grass on the knoll. But through all this burning, I’m constantly learning, The weight on these souls I should bear. With constant correction, I’ll leave no infection, And...
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...Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Copyright © 2008 by Alloy Entertainment All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Poppy Little, Brown and Company Hachette Book Group 237 Park Avenue, New York, NY 10017 For more of your favorite series, go towww.pickapoppy.com First eBook Edition: November 2008 The Poppy name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Book Group, Inc. The characters and events in this book are fi ctitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. ISBN: 978-0-316-04286-4 Contents 1: A WAVERLY OWL TAKES HER TUTORING DUTIES SERIOUSLY—REGARDLESS OF HOW SERIOUSLY HER TUTEE DOES. 2: A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM—EVEN WHEN IT HURTS. 3: A WAVERLY OWL ALWAYS ENJOYS A GOOD SURPRISE. 4: A WAVERLY OWL KNOWS HOW TO SHARE. 5: A WAVERLY OWL NEVER ACCEPTS A RIDE FROM A STRANGER. 6: THE WAY TO A WAVERLY BOY'S HEART IS THROUGH HIS… 7: A GOOD WAVERLY OWL IS NEVER ASHAMED OF HER FATHER. 8: A WELL-BRED OWL IS ALWAYS POLITE TO STRANGERS. 9: A WAVERLY OWL HAS FAITH IN HIS ROOMMATE. Page 1 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html 10: A WAVERLY OWL IS ALWAYS READY FOR THE APPEARANCE...
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...2013B Carefully read the following excerpt from the short story “Mammita’s Garden Cove” by Cyril Dabydeen. Then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze how Dabydeen uses literary techniques to convey Max’s complex attitudes toward place. ‘Where d’you come from?’ Max was used to the question; used to being told no as well. He walked away, feet kicking hard ground, telling himself that Line he must persevere. More than anything else he knew 5 he must find a job before long. In a way being unemployed made him feel prepared for hell itself even though he knew too that somewhere there was a sweet heaven waiting for him. How couldn’t it be? After all he was in Canada. He wanted to laugh all of 10 He continued walking along, thoughts drifting back to the far-gone past. Was it that far-gone? He wasn’t sure . . . yet his thoughts kept going back, to the time he was on the island and how he used to dream about 15 being in Canada, of starting an entirely new life. He remembered those dreams clearly now; remembered too thinking of marrying some sweet island-woman with whom he’d share his life, of having children and later buying a house. Maybe someday he’d even own 20 a cottage on the edge of the city. He wasn’t too sure where one built a cottage, but there had to be a cottage. He’d then be in the middle class; life would be different from the hand-to-mouth existence he was used to. 25 His heels pressed into the asphalt, walking on. And slowly he...
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...2013B Carefully read the following excerpt from the short story “Mammita’s Garden Cove” by Cyril Dabydeen. Then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze how Dabydeen uses literary techniques to convey Max’s complex attitudes toward place. ‘Where d’you come from?’ Max was used to the question; used to being told no as well. He walked away, feet kicking hard ground, telling himself that Line he must persevere. More than anything else he knew 5 he must find a job before long. In a way being unemployed made him feel prepared for hell itself even though he knew too that somewhere there was a sweet heaven waiting for him. How couldn’t it be? After all he was in Canada. He wanted to laugh all of 10 He continued walking along, thoughts drifting back to the far-gone past. Was it that far-gone? He wasn’t sure . . . yet his thoughts kept going back, to the time he was on the island and how he used to dream about 15 being in Canada, of starting an entirely new life. He remembered those dreams clearly now; remembered too thinking of marrying some sweet island-woman with whom he’d share his life, of having children and later buying a house. Maybe someday he’d even own 20 a cottage on the edge of the city. He wasn’t too sure where one built a cottage, but there had to be a cottage. He’d then be in the middle class; life would be different from the hand-to-mouth existence he was used to. 25 His heels pressed into the asphalt, walking on. And slowly he...
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...My Bookshelf TOC/Annotation menu Downloads Print Search Profile Help 7.1 Exploring Plot and First-Person Poin… Previous section Next section 7.1 Exploring Plot and First-Person Point of View In "How I Met My Husband," even the title hints at the importance that events and decisions are likely to have in the development of the story. But, because the narrator is looking back at situations and actions, her insights and feelings are also prominent, creating a reflective tone. "How I Met My Husband" and Point of View Wayne Clugston, author of Journey Into Literature, examines the role of first-person voice in Alice Munro's How I Met My Husband. Critical Thinking Questions Why does Wayne Clugston say that first-person point of view might be "unreliable"? What is another story you have read in first-person, and how did the use of first-person enhance or detract from the story? Alice Munro (1931—) ASSOCIATED PRESS/ChadHipolito/The Canadian Press Alice Laidlaw Munro was born in Wingham, a small town in southern Ontario, Canada. She began publishing short stories when she was a student at the University of Western Ontario. Since then, she has published seven collections of her stories, three of which received the Governor General's Award for fiction. Munro won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2013 in recognition of her distinctive craft and contributions to short story writing. Much of her work reflects perceptions she gained from observing...
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...Grease – 41 – Grease ACT ONE GREASE IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD, THAT YOU HEARD, Scene 1 IT’S GOT GROOVE IT’S GOT MEANING SONG “GREASE IS THE WORD” ALL: I SOLVE MY PROBLEMS AND I SEE THE LIGHT, WE GOT A LOVIN’ THING WE GOTTA FEED IT RIGHT. THERE AIN’T NO DANGER WE CAN GO TOO FAR WE START BELIEVIN’ NOW THAT WE CAN BE WHO WE ARE GREASE IS THE WORD. THEY THINK OUR LOVE IS JUST A GROWIN’ PAIN, WHY DON’T THEY UNDERSTAND IT’S JUST A CRYIN’ SHAME THEIR LIPS ARE LYIN’ ONLY REAL IS REAL GREASE IS THE TIME, IS THE PLACE, IS THE MOTION AND GREASE IS THE WAY WE ARE FEELIN’ WE TAKE THE PRESSURE AND WE THROW AWAY CONVENTIONALITY BELONGS TO YESTERDAY THERE IS A CHANCE THAT WE CAN MAKE IT SO FAR WE START BELIEVIN’ NOW THAT WE CAN BE WHO WE ARE GREASE IS THE WORD GREASE IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD, THAT YOU HEARD IT’S GOT GROOVE IT’S GOT MEANING WE STOP THE FIGHT RIGHT NOW, WE GOTTA BE WHAT WE FEEL GREASE IS THE TIME, IS THE PLACE, IS THE MOTION GREASE IS THE WORD AND GREASE IS THE WAY WE ARE FEELIN’ Grease Grease – 43 – THIS IS A TIME OF ILLUSION, WRAPPED UP IN TROUBLE LACED IN CONFUSION, WHAT ARE WE DOIN’ HERE? GREASE IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD, THAT YOU HEARD IT’S GOT GROOVE IT’S GOT MEANING GREASE IS THE TIME, IS THE PLACE, IS THE MOTION AND GREASE IS THE WAY WE ARE FEELIN’ GREASE IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD, IS THE WORD Scene 2 The Greasers stalk off as the scene shifts to the high school cafeteria...
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...GOD HATES US ALL GOD HATES US ALL HANK MOODY with Jonathan Grotenstein Simon Spotlight Entertainment A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 www.SimonandSchuster.com This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2009 by Showtime Networks Inc. Showtime and related marks are registered trademarks of Showtime Networks Inc., a CBS Company. All rights reserved. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Pocket Books Subsidiary Rights Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020. First Simon Spotlight Entertainment trade paperback edition August 2009 SIMON SPOTLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT and colophon are trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc. For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact Simon & Schuster Special Sales at 1-866-506-1949 or business@simonandschuster.com. The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at www.simonspeakers.com. Designed by Jaime Putorti Manufactured in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Library of Congress...
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