English Logic and Writing . Week 13 (May 29 th , 2014). Today’s schedule . Return analogy paragraphs 5 paragraph essay Q and A How to write an Introduction How to write a Conclusion . Analogies .
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English Logic and Writing
Week 13 (May 29th, 2014)
Teachers are like umbrellas. Like Junot Diaz’s mother’s teacher, teachers can protect students, whose hands they hold, especially when they are in trouble. She was an idealistic educator so when his mother begged the teacher, saying, ‘I want to go to school,’ she took it very seriously. The Dominican girl held a young teacher’s hand desperately, and the young and idealistic teacher grabbed her hand. Like an umbrella and the person who holds it, they went hand in hand in the rain. When it rains, it is like having difficulties, but if you have an umbrella, you don’t have to be worried. You can hold it until you the rain passes.
What are some ways you could begin your introduction? In pairs, think of ways you could start your essay, using the 6 strategies:
Once a year or so, it’s my turn to run recycling day for our tiny town. Saturday morning, nine to twelve, a steady stream of people show up to sort out their plastics (No. 1, No. 2, etc.), their corrugated cardboard (flattened, please), their glass (and their returnable glass, which goes to benefit the elementary school), the Styrofoam peanuts, their paper, their cans. It’s quite satisfying – everything in its place.
Would any sane person think Dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions?”
The last inch of space was filled, yet people continued to wedge themselves along the walls of the Store. Uncle Willie had turn the radio up to its last notch so that youngsters on the porch wouldn’t miss a word. Women sat on kitchen chairs, dining room chairs, stools, and upturned wooden boxes. Small children and babies perched on every lap available and men leaned on the shelves or on each other.
What are some ways you could end your essay? In pairs, think of ways you could start your essay, using the 7 suggestions:
We may have waited too long – we may have wasted our last good chance. It’s possible the planet will keep warming and the economy keep sinking no matter what. But perhaps not – and we seem ready to shoot for something nobler than the hyperconsumerism that’s wasted so much of the last few decades. Barak Obama said he would “call out” the nation’s mayors if they wasted their stimulus money. That’s the mood we’re in, and it’s about time.
The good news is that there are other options. We can follow the examples of brave activists who lived through the difficult times I mentioned – Nazi Germany, Tsarist Russia, antebellum United States – who did far more than manifest a form of moral purity; they activity opposed the injustices stat surrounded them. We can follow the examples of those who remembered that the role of an activist is not to navigate systems of oppressive power with as much integrity as possible, but rather to confront and take down those systems.
She never did become a nurse, my mother. Immigration got in the way of that horizon – once in the United States, my mother never could master English, no matter how hard she tried, and my God, did she try. But strange how things work – her son became a reader and a writer, practices she encouraged as much as possible. I write professional now, and life is long and complicated, and who knows how things might have turned out under different circumstances, but I do believe that who I am as an artist, everything that I’ve ever written, was possible because a seven-year-old girl up in the hills of Azua knelt before a puddle, found courage in herself and drank. Ever time I’m in trouble in my art, I try to think of that girl. I think of that thirst, of that courage. I think of her.