Learning english

I think the fact that Engkent's mother didn't learn English only hurt her. For example, she had to rely solely on her husband to do any communicating in Canada.Also, it impedes her from communicating with other people, which can isolate her socially. Overall it makes things quite difficult. I spent a summer playing soccer in Brazil. At fist i knew little to no Portuguese, and it made life very tough.It can wear on you mentally not being able to communicate with people. Even though in the story she could communicate with family, its not always enough.It is possible that a positive could come from it however. She may like not having to communicate with the "fan gwei", so therefore not being able to might not bother her all that much.

the reading

I personally enjoyed the reading that we did last week. I found it interesting they way she looked at her life and community. Often times we miss interpret things things in societies that are not our own, and she cleared up a lot of stereo types that exist. She also looks at her community from a very real perspective. She went into depth about how things are in the rougher areas of country, and was able to do so in an interesting way. I often find myself looking at life in a similar way. I try read life's experiences more objectively, as to not judge other people but try and understand why people do things.

Poem to Narrative

Transforming my poem into a narrative was a relatively easy process, all that I had to do was add details in where they were needed, and there it was. Although, some of the memories in the poem were hard to come up with enough detail, so I had to add some extra memories into the story to fill it out. I actually quite enjoyed the transformation. It allowed me to actually describe the details thoroughly as opposed to being very vague in the poem itself. It also allowed me to write freely and not as precise and short like in the poem. Overall it was a good assignment.

Where I am from

Where I am from

I am from sea breeze, salty yet sweet

I am from motors, swiftly moving through air, graceful as can be

I am from people, good hearted and true,

Where the light shines brightly through and through.

I am from the corner store, whose name does not correspond with its actual location

I am from weather, slightly colder than normal, but still warm enough for fun.

I am from the cider mill, where donuts are plenty, and cider is warm but never stays that way.

I am from Stoney Creek, where drama blossoms and fades on the daily.

And in these ten verses, I explain myself.

Hoping they’ve explained where I am from

Intro

Hi, my name is aaron, This blog is for my Thought and Writing class and I will be discussing mainly things talked about in class. Some of my interests are music and sports. I also enjoy hanging out with my friends and stuff like that.