After reading this, I rabidly went through pretty much everything Steinbeck wrote, starting with his shorter novels (the Pearl, of Mice and Men) and moving into his collections of short stories (Tortilla Flats) and his novels about the Monterey Bay (Cannery Row, Sweet Thursday). A year later, I branched out drastically into the world of science fiction, reading Asimov and Phillip K. Dick as though they had the secrets of the universe woven in between their lines of prose, and if I could only red enough of them then all would be made clear. I guess I still think this is true to some degree; every story has elements that every human being can relate to, and each time I begin a new story I am hoping to pick out those elements and add them to the mosaic of my own understanding of human beings and the way(s) we are. Something happened, though, when I got to college. Not only did reading take a back seat to many of the other elements of college life, but I found that it was simply impossible to actually keep up with the amount of reading expected in each of my classes. I could have read everything I needed to for anyone or even two classes, but not for a full course load. At this point, reading stopped becoming an endeavor as necessary as breathing and started to fell like a chore. I stopped reading for fun, and only read what I absolutely had to in order to pass a test or join in classroom discussions. My love for stories had taken a back seat to the point that it became completely ignored, dusty and forgotten. To be fair, the story of my own life became a lot more interesting than...
I would stare at the book, and the white clapboard house that adorned the cover would stare back at me from its New England whaling village windows sullenly, the neglect it felt obvious even to my now-calloused eyes. Eventually I turned the book over, so the windows couldn't watch me as I went about all of my other business now so much more important than reading.
I made standard cooing and crying noises as the situation warranted, but I never even appeared to be trying to sound out words even under encouragement (again, I have to take the word of my parents and siblings on this, as I was far too young to remember any of it). Urgings of "Say Mommy!" were rewarded, I am told, with smiles and coos, but no apparent understanding of
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.....graduate student at the prestigious Centre for the Study of Higher Education at the University of Michigan. While there, I was tutored by several professors, all of whom had their distinct teaching styles and methods and this diversity actually helped me. The major feature I loved about them and that I have adopted as a personal teaching style is just how open they were to working with their proteges. I
NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF OLAUDAH EQUIANO tells the tale of an educated slave. In this tale, the author wrote about his experiences in the New World as a kept man. The interesting thing about this story is that, while the author talks about the horrific treatment of slaves, he also describes the good experiences he had during this time. Equiano was born in 1745 in an Ibo village in
individual's professional career path is unique and characteristic of that person's various experiences. I believe I've used my personal successes and occasional failures to reveal my own specific traits that can serve the common good while ultimately reaching my own individual potential. The purpose of this essay is to describe my experiences in order to express my sincere desire to be accepted to your graduate program as I strive
Narrative of Frederick Douglass Slavery is perhaps one of the most common forms of human justice in the history of the world. Although the phenomenon has existed for centuries, across many cultures, a particularly brutal form of the phenomenon was perpetrated in the United States before its abolition. It is, however, a testament to the human spirit that some, like Frederick Douglass, had the inner will and drive to escape overwhelming
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