Living in Berkeley, a seven year-old Dorothy, “spent hours one rainy Sunday afternoon reading the Bible”(20) in her attic. Though she admitted in the book to not remembering anything of what she had read, she claims to remember “the sense of holiness in holding the book in [her] hands”(20). This memory can be the earliest indication of her closeness to religion. Additionally, when Day and her family moved to Oakland, they lived next door to a Methodist family. Her neighbor, Birdie,
She realizes that it is perhaps the first time her mother had heard her give a lengthy speech using the Standard English that she learned at school and through books. A kind of English she had never used with her mother. Amy realizes again the English she does use again when she is walking down the street with her mother and her husband. Her husband doesn’t notice any switch of her English. This is because they’ve been together over the twenty years.
For the next few hours she devoured book after book, completely unaware of the passing time. The, as the story couldn’t get any better, angry boots scuffed the floor in front of the door. A key clicked in the key shaft and the captain walked in. He was the captain anyone would picture in a story, only he smelled of everything beautiful and had cheeriness in his
Whether that interaction was getting in their face or tapping their shoulder to make sure they were paying attention, she was always there. She was the teacher everyone feared in the hallways and cowered away from upon glance. Extremely loud and obnoxious, Mrs. Davenport most definitely wasn’t cut and dry, but she was always down to business. The workload given to our Honors World Studies class my sophomore year was the heaviest I have been given throughout high school by far. She crunched us for time with research papers, creative
When someone enters a library there are two things they can be sure to expect. The first being the fact that when they leave they will be taking with them more knowledge than the came in with. The second is that no matter what library they come across it is publicly known that you remain as quiet as possible. This was all true for Bonnie Brown as she spent time working in her high school library on December 6, 1978. One of the tasks she was entitled to complete was filing the new magazines onto the shelves, something she had done time and time again, but this time things were different.
I look down at the envelope, slide my index finger under the flap, and look back up at all of the eager faces looking at me. I lose my nerve and stammer, “I’m…I’m scared I’m going to cry if I didn’t make it.” My teacher belts out a laugh and makes a deal with me that if I open it and don’t make it into this prestigious organization she would allow me to stay in her room until I can gather my composure. Although I’m still trembling, I decide the deal is fair and open the envelope for real this time. The first word I read is “congratulations” and I can finally feel my legs again. I look up with my eyes gleaming and my face full of relief and they already know I made it without me having to actually say it.
During my local trip to Cypress Hills library, On February 16, 2016, at 1pm, I entered the library to return some of my overdue books and decided that I would conducted my observation at this located due to the fact that it was extremely packed with parents and their children. I decided that today would be a perfect day to conduct my assignment because all the children were on vacation. The tables were filled of children and their parents. I noticed some of the parents browsing the aisle in the library looking at books. The wait to get on the computer was about 45 minutes and as I looked over to that section three young children were on the computers and three adults sat on the opposite side on the computer as well.
Honestly, at the age of three or four – I was not aware of how much diversity there was in the world. My parents being immigrants, were still figuring things out, so they had me stay at home until I was ready for school. On my first day of pre-school, there were about 15-25 students on average. I have not been around this much people in my life. I had so many mixed emotions, I was overwhelmed, yet surprised to see the diversity all in one classroom.
For example, Gladwell talks about a 12 year old girl living with her mother in "a one-bedroom apartment in the Bronx" stated in the book. "To become a success" stated by Galdwell, Martia wakes up at 5:45 and returns home "around 5:30". She then spends "two to three hours" on homework, only to wake up and do it again the next day". Martia goes to KIPP Academy, which is "one of the most desirable public schools in New York City" due to the schools superb academics, with "84 percent of the students" that are at or above their grade level, compared to "16 percent" exhibited by the rest of New York City's public schools. This shows us what a peson will do to be
Maria’s mother would not buy her any toy she wanted but would buy her any book she wanted.” (Padian) This led to Maria’s big imagination. Her career goal of becoming a writer started at a very young age. “After she graduated high school, she went to a college at Middlebury College in Vermont. Maria loved Middlebury. She had wonderful teachers and they taught her that to be a good writer she had to be a good reader.