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I thought I would share a couple of things I wrote in my teaching reading and writing class. So here is some stuff you can judge me on haha
Scribbles
こんいちは！Scribbles. All I see are scribbles. Everywhere I go, all I see are lines connected in an unfamiliar way. That's when I realize, I am not in South Carolina anymore. This is Japan. I will exchange my grits for rice and my fork for chopsticks. Most of all, my comfortable grasp of the English language will disappear. For now I must learn to talk in scribbles.
Konnichiwa! The scribbles are beginning to make sense. Life becomes like a mathematical equation. Reading becomes like solving an extended puzzle. If I know that こ = ko, then I can figure out more letters, and eventually words. It has been weeks, but I am mastering chopsticks. My bowl has no solitary grain of rice left behind. Like the sticky rice I eat for dinner, the differences in the cultures are beginning to stick to me. I am still lost, but I am beginning to use the map and b
become more familiar.
Hello! The scribbles come together to create meaning. I now know こんにちは = konnichiwa = hello! Though it is taking a while, this language is beginning to make sense. The signs are no longer daunting, but inviting. They no longer laugh at my confusion, but embrace me as learner. The puzzle pieces fall in place with each day that passes. Slowly the lines of confusion fade, and so do the scribbles.
A Fish on the Land
Joy washes over my face as I dive deep into the clear blue water. I glide by sharks, angel fish, and electric eels as I spend hours exploring the new world around me. I open my eyes and I am brought back into reality; I am sitting on the edge of my pool with a red wig on my head and a diving ring around my feet. The icy water beneath my feet pours over me with the hard truth- I can not breathe underwater. Even worse, my parents won’t let me bring my brilliantly crafted cardboard fin into our pool. Is it not bad enough that I was cursed with almost black hair instead of a perfect Aerial red shade? The waves in the pool laugh at me and my pathetically human state. I glare at my cardboard fin and consider defying my parents and jumping into the pool with it anyways. However, one fleeting glace from my mother warns me that if I want to swim anymore this summer, I should reconsider. I guess for now, I must resort to being a mermaid in training.
Scribbles
こんいちは！Scribbles. All I see are scribbles. Everywhere I go, all I see are lines connected in an unfamiliar way. That's when I realize, I am not in South Carolina anymore. This is Japan. I will exchange my grits for rice and my fork for chopsticks. Most of all, my comfortable grasp of the English language will disappear. For now I must learn to talk in scribbles.
Konnichiwa! The scribbles are beginning to make sense. Life becomes like a mathematical equation. Reading becomes like solving an extended puzzle. If I know that こ = ko, then I can figure out more letters, and eventually words. It has been weeks, but I am mastering chopsticks. My bowl has no solitary grain of rice left behind. Like the sticky rice I eat for dinner, the differences in the cultures are beginning to stick to me. I am still lost, but I am beginning to use the map and b
become more familiar.
Hello! The scribbles come together to create meaning. I now know こんにちは = konnichiwa = hello! Though it is taking a while, this language is beginning to make sense. The signs are no longer daunting, but inviting. They no longer laugh at my confusion, but embrace me as learner. The puzzle pieces fall in place with each day that passes. Slowly the lines of confusion fade, and so do the scribbles.
A Fish on the Land
Joy washes over my face as I dive deep into the clear blue water. I glide by sharks, angel fish, and electric eels as I spend hours exploring the new world around me. I open my eyes and I am brought back into reality; I am sitting on the edge of my pool with a red wig on my head and a diving ring around my feet. The icy water beneath my feet pours over me with the hard truth- I can not breathe underwater. Even worse, my parents won’t let me bring my brilliantly crafted cardboard fin into our pool. Is it not bad enough that I was cursed with almost black hair instead of a perfect Aerial red shade? The waves in the pool laugh at me and my pathetically human state. I glare at my cardboard fin and consider defying my parents and jumping into the pool with it anyways. However, one fleeting glace from my mother warns me that if I want to swim anymore this summer, I should reconsider. I guess for now, I must resort to being a mermaid in training.