Impressive Improvement

The area that I need the most improvement in my articulation, it sounds obscured and ambiguous when I am playing numerus of demisemiquaver in a very fast tempo, so I figured I need to practice my mouth-finger coordination in order to make progress on articulation, which I specifically selected Bach’s fourth Sonata to help me improve.

Practice routine: I would practice this piece every two days for 10 minutes, but also practice some other supporting pieces dedicate to the improvement of articulation for another 20 minutes, such as scales, arpeggios, and simple melodies. I plan until 20st Novenmer, this piece should be practiced slowly in the tempo around 60-70, then the next ten days accelerate it to 80-90, and in December I will play it according to original tempo of 100 per minutes. This way, with a slowed tempo I can focus primarily on the articulation aspect of the music and to train my tongue, until it’s strong enough to play in its original vivace tempo.

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First Three Weeks in HS Band

Band has always been a place where I can improve on play my instrument, but also a place where I do cooperation/collaboration work, accept challenges, and learn new thing. The first three weeks of HS band this year helped me making a lot of new friends, someone I will be work with and learn from for the rest of the year. I think that although band is a more flexible and relaxing class compare to the major subjects, in order to achieve high and be successful there are still a lot of requirements are needed to be fulfilled, for example, organised and frequent outside class practice time, regularly check for updated instructions, preparation (print musics, pencils, things requested to bring to the class) … Also commitment is something Mr. Long values greatly, which means I if I committed to something, I have to be responsible for my decision and fulfil it. What I would like to work on this year on playing my instrument, is the accuracy of sight reading and the agility of fingering, which are my biggest two weaknesses that I need to make improvement on, and mains aspects to be a better player. Moreover, I would like to challenge myself a little more this year, go beyond my comfort zone.

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Two Diverged Roads, Sorry I Couldn’t Travel Both

Outside the city of Verona, the black silhouette of a majestic monastery stood serenely in the twilight, away from hubbub and frays between two households.


On the lofty eastern tower, Rosaline’s slender figure was embraced in the warm sunlight, having her fingers crossed resting on the chest, praying. Mahogany hair gently cascaded its way down, cerulean eyes resembled two sapphires carved on her ivory skin. She is the brightest star on the night sky, even the envious moon pales in the comparison with her. Rosaline has the complexion of an angel, a masterpiece of God, but all her ethereal beauty has to be concealed from everyone behind the white uniform, well, almost everyone.


The tranquillity in everything was interrupted by a whistle, and so did the quietude in Rosaline’s heart. It’s him, Romeo, again. Their encounter occurred some days ago on the street of Verona while she was doing kind deeds to the poor, he then madly fell in love with her henceforth. A sonorous voice rose from bellow, Rosaline looked down at him. Foolish love! Definitely not something you should stain your chaste soul with. Therefore, tried as she might to respond Romeo’s enchanting smile with an emotionless face.


“Oh, my love, thou art too fair for the earth to bear,

the all-seeing sun ne’er saw one since the world begun.

Naughty cupid’s arrow hath drove me despair,

Of the fairest compare to thee are crows and a swan.”


Blush began to spread across her face, she could even smell the fragrance of the rose in Romeo’s hand from here. Fifteen years of monotonous and routinized life may have washed her soul pure as a paper, but not her heart, she craves to be loved no less than anyone. Prisoned in the algid, damp cell of equanimity and selflessness, that single spark of emotion waited patiently, and now it has been ignited. No, she told herself, you are a sister who sworn your life to chastity, it’s the highest honour to be at God’s service. However, her gaze uncontrollably landed on him, his perfect cupid’s bow shaped lips were attacking her with arrows of love that rendered her powerless. All the sacred creeds she has devoted her life to follow began to entwine her heart with gossamers of ice, attempting to extinguish the blazing fire. Although her visage is peaceful as ever, she felt herself burning by ice, freezing by fire, almost brutally torn to pieces. Love or belief, sweet Romeo or esteemed Lord, happiness or sanctity. Floundering desperately in the endless torrent of quandary, frown involuntarily replaced her placid expression. However, the balance in her heart between Romeo and Jesus perhaps was subtly tilted already, just imperceptible to her at the moment.


All of a sudden, their eyes met, staring at his clear turquoise eyes, she beamed. The first ray of sunshine piercing through the cloud and mist, illuminating her decision, the cocoon of ice shattered in pieces, it was obvious that it stood no rivalry against the invincible flame of love since the beginning. Rosaline dashed down the spiral stairs like a flaming meteor, as if racing her own pulse.


Only one more step toward her love, she halted, hand recoiled from the door knob. She hesitated. Are you certain to betray your Lord, and discard the fidelity? once again questioned herself. Jesus’ benevolent face seemed was admonishing her misdemeanour, the benign smile on Mary’s portrait mocked her sacrilegious behaviour, other pious believers’ eyes on the wall reprimand her disloyalty. Blush of felicity faded away from Rosaline’s cheeks, ashamed for her own blasphemous comportment, as guilt silently creeped up her pallid face. She receded from the threshold of love reluctantly, with tears swollen, “sisters are forsworn to love, naught for once entangled in romance, now go to!”.


A cross drew before her chest with shivering hand, allowed her face being washed by tears of remorse and remorse. Save me please, my Lord! Lend me your wisdom and guide me to the path of rightness.

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5 Marxist element in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

1, In the story of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them it is obvious that the wizards have more social tendency over muggles (people who have no magic), as the readers can perceive from the order from the president of MACUSA, Madam Picquery, “‘We have to get the entire city obliviated, no muggles can know about us. And there isn’t any exceptions’ “(Rowling 265). Madam Picquery was specifically demanding that the memory of Mr. Kowalski (a very kind hearted muggle who has assisted the protagonist to fulfil his mission, and later on they become very good friends) has to be erased, since they “cannot risk the exposure of the magical community” (256). As claims by the president of MACUSA, regardless what the wish of the muggles, no matter how much he wishes to keep these precious memories he shares with his wizard friends, what marvelous adventures they went through together, they all have to be wiped out, and he has no saying in this. This proves that the wizards are the superior class in this society, and the muggles are the inferior.

2, Mr. Kowalski worked in a canning factory, “a place of dreadful working condition” and where he earns “meagre salary that merely support his basic living demands” (52). He has a dream of to open a bakery, that “is like a dreaming when strolling in the wonderful scent of newly baked bread” (79), as he describes to Mr. Scamander. However, being a member of the lowest social position, his status also earns his very few attention and respect, as every person in the working class, he gets refused and derided by the rich people very often. “‘I’m afraid your proposal cannot be accepted by the bank, without a collateral there is nothing that we can do. ‘Bingley dismissively rings a bell on his desk” (22). Everyone who wants to borrow money from the bank has to give in a collateral that worth three times more than the money one wants to borrow, this principal basically leaves the poor people with no hope, and that’s why the poor always stays as who they are.

3, “‘Sorry, I have to go. It’s going to be fine’” (280). Love cannot survive a difference in class is a very commonly seen ideas in literature, as in this novel, Quinine, who is a witch, and the muggle, Jacob are destined to be separated no matter how deeply they love each other, their identity and differentiation in power made fated star-crossed lovers.

4, Hatred is originated from misunderstanding, and misunderstanding is likely formed from differentiation. Look back into history, as similar to whether the rebellion of French people, or the Chinese Culture Revolution, the abhorrence in between each social classes seems to be deeply rooted in people’s heart. As so in this play write, readers would notice that the immense power is hold within the hand of wizard and not the muggles, people have magic are free to do anything they wish, while the latter is powerless and helpless against it, this makes the wizards the upper class and muggles the lower one. Muggles hate witched and wizards because they are afraid but in the meantime envy their magical power, it’s something they desire but never be able to possess, “‘Your mother was a wicked, unnatural woman, alone with the other witches, she deserves to be burn to death!” (204). Furthermore, such profound detestation is easily get passed down to the next generation, as even has infiltrated the rhymes that the little children sing when they are playing games: “My momma, your momma, gonna catch a witch; My momma, your momma, flying on a switch; My momma, your momma, witches never cry; My momma, your momma, witches gonna die!” (52). However, in the meantime, some magical people also dislike the muggles just as much, as reveals in the words of Grindelwald, since he believes that the wizards should rule the world, not the powerless muggles, “‘A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you Madam President, who does this law protect? Us? Or those muggles who resembles filthy, weak, idiotic rats?’”

5, One of the Fantastic beast, Niffler, who is incredibly obsessed with shiny things, can be a representation of the aristocrats, who is similarly interested about power. “‘You just can never be doing this, can’t you? Drop them all, now’” (65). This is what Newt Scamander says to the Niffler when he once again finds out that this little annoying beast is stuffing his pocket with countless of shiny objects. Niffler indeed can never satisfied with what he already has right now, but always craving for more, which just like the patricians who always wanted to expand their power.

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Book Review of Becoming Marie Antoinette

In the historical fiction Becoming Marie Antoinette that is written in first person point of view, author Juliet Grey presents the reader with a well-developed round character—the archduchess of Austria while later on the dauphine of France. This book is about the young Marie Antoinette discovers her preteen years to her becoming Queen of France, it also mentioned quite a lot about the French Revolution. Throughout the entire story, the major dramatic question is: will Marie Antoinette ever consummate the marriage with Louise XVI and become the first woman in France. Nevertheless, on the path of achieving this concrete, conscious goal, innumerable of thorny obstacles lie in between, they are both internal and external.

One of the major obstacles of the conflict is also the one that frets and agonises the protagonist most, it well demonstrates Marie Antoinette’s internal struggle and development from being principled to sagacious.  As suggested by the Ambassador of Austria, “‘The partition of Poland might very well lead to war, and all because you are behaving like a spoiled little girl instead of like a princess—by refusing to a whore’” (Grey 364). Because of the of some political misunderstandings, a war between France and Austria is imminent, by the bluntness and indiscriminate of wordings in the diction, the readers can sense the sternness in the Ambassador’s attitude that further suggests the severance of the event. Which is caused by the obstinacy of Antoinette being principled and pious to good morality, as in her “two months prior to the wedding, I have [she has] been inculcated by my [her] mother with how to maintain our [their] good German morals in the licentious French court” (349). It is considered inappropriate for her to bend her pride and talk to a street woman who utilised immoral means gained King’s favour and became a royal mistress—a woman who Antoinette cannot despises more. Therefore, her response at the first place is simple but extremely resolute, “‘non” (349), it’s understandable that she wishes not to violate the virtues and abandon everything she is instructed in the Austrian court. However, after a series of internal conflict, such as shown in of “frequently rub the perspired hands on my satin gown” (370), “undergone an extensive toilette” (370), “has a thousand of butterflies swirling around in her stomach” (371). She realised that “a few scruples to that whore really pales in comparison with the possibility that thousands of lives might be lost” (273). She would rather condescend herself and cast aside her dignity, than leave her country in danger because she understands compared to the matter of Empires, perhaps her pride and self-esteem truly is weightless, this indeed shows her sagaciousness and a good grasp of the overall situation.

This behaviour of Marie Antoinette also reminds me a vague recollection of the similar internal conflict that once happened on myself, certainly not as dramatic and significant as hers, but they share the resemblance in some ways. It all began with a severe argument I had with my dad, which caused by his injustice and critical judgment toward my grandfather, after I failed to reason with him, I disputed against him. Certainly, I couldn’t tolerate such preposterous and groundless charge toward my esteemed grandfather, especially we were being taught to respect the elders, that made all of these critics even more unbearable. Consequently, I decided not talk to him until he admitted his mistake, and realised his exceptionally discourteous manner was unacceptable. Nonetheless, his stubbornness was prodigious, thus our cold war lasted for an entire summer, countless attempts of reconciling from my mother was futile. I could not abandon the good virtue of respect the olds, neither could I violate my moral outlook, even though my conviction probably faltered a few times as I struggled internally. However, it was solved eventually, because one day my mother talked to me again, it was the mentioning of my indulged behaviour had affected the family harmony persuaded me to speak to my father first, I have never considered that it truly had caused such tremendous effect upon my family, although it was done rather reluctantly. During this event, I had a good sense of the picture that we should never lose, and it associates to the decision made by the protagonist in Becoming Marie Antoinette.

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Another Breathtaking Mission of the Agent of Shield

In the Agent of Shield season 1 episode 15, an absolutely splendid story line was demonstrated to show the main theme of good can always overpower the evil. The conscious and concrete desire that possesses by all the protagonists of Lady Sif and Coulson’s team (Shield agents: Ward, May, Skye, and Fitz) is to capture Lorelei, who wreaked havoc through the Nine Realms by bending men to her will through her sorcery, prevent her make similar damage to earth. Therefore, it leads to the major dramatic question of this episode, “Will Lorelei be put into justice and bring back to Asgard?”. During the rising action of the plot, a series of obstacles obstruct the protagonists from achieving their goal: First of all, since the Asgardian collar that would subdue Lorelei breaks in the fight, they now have little hope of stopping her. In addition, Lorelei cunningly escapes the attack of Lady Sif, but moreover, she also deludes one of Shield’s most skilful agents, Ward, with her sorcery, which is quite a catastrophe. With the loyalty of such an adept and veteran agent, Lorelei is able to achieve anything in her will and becomes unstoppable. Furthermore, While Skye is busy to track Ward and Lorelei down, they manage to raid a few banks and created even more damages for the duration. When Coulson’s team finally locate them, they are long gone once again.

As tensions were built throughout the conflict in between the protagonists and antagonists, the plot reaches its climax. After Coulson, Sif, and May return to the plane after the hotel raid, Fitz acclaimed that he fixed the collar. As he was showing it to lady Sif, while the true purpose was to jail her into the impenetrable room, and later on forced her out of the plane, it’s obvious that Fitz has been seduced by Lorelei as well. Coulson and May realize Ward was in control of the plane and they separated in hopes of stopping them. Coulson eventually knocks Fitz out after brought Sif inside the plane to safety. in the interim, soon as May found Ward, he was ordered to take May down, meanwhile, lady Sif was ready to combat against her Asgardian nemesis and took Lorelei by surprise, which gave her a great advantage. As both battles grew tenser, Ward shot at May soon as he had the chance but May had taken out the clip already, at the same moment, Sif slams the collar around Lorelei’s throat and every man she seduced breaks from the spell.

In the end, Lady Sif thanked the support she received from the Shield, and escort the prisoner back to Asgard through the Bifrost. The major dramatic question is answered positively in the resolution; the evil force indeed has been put into justice. There was no deus ex machina involved in the story, the problem resolved all by the effort made by men, the solution is developed logically, has a clear relationship with every part of the plot.

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this is a story about a boy who was born in a wealthy family but lived a life without the love from a mother, while desired it a lot. As time flew, his father had walked out of the shadow of the pain of lost wife, and married another young lady secretly, which infuriated his son greatly. Drove by the uncontrollable hatred, Exeter Jr. sent groups of people to murder her step-mother, but failed again and again. However, he certainly did not realise who he was dealing with, the man who got blinded by anger is usually going to have a rather deplorable ending.


Sometimes, the most painful thing in the world would be to let the old bury the youth himself. Lawrence Exeter was wandering around excitingly in the best baby shop in the city, the unbearable heat in the last August that was irritating everyone seemed hasn’t affected his wonderful mood at all, he was swimming in the sea of pure happiness, cheerfully preparing for the birth of his dearest son. Three days later, a strong, beautiful baby boy was blessed to this family, everybody was ecstasy about the news. However, the blue sky seemed to have a habit of caprice, it was tired of all these jubilant and joyous events, it cruelly struck a lightening of death on the blissful family—a month later, Mrs. Exeter passed out. Exeter, Sr. tried his best to fill up the missing part of his loving son’s life by buying him toys, but he then realised that the mother’s help was irreplaceable. As the baby grew into a boy, the poor old Exeter, Sr. could find the shadow of her mom clearly reflecting on Exeter, Jr., every movement, expression of Lawrence reminded him over his lost wife, he no longer could bear the torture, so he sent his son to a boarding school.

Lawrence was a diligent and intelligent boy, growing up without a mother made him very independent, he travelled around the city with a bicycle by himself, instead got driven place to place by his father’s driver.

Exeter Jr.’s Childhood passed by quickly. At the age of 17, Jr. entered the Colombia Military Academy. when his good grades got him accepted into Stanford University, he paid his own way through college, with his father only paying for his books, his father was so proud of him, present him with a reward of a brand new Cadillac, although it was crashed a few days later.

After so many years, the pain Exeter Sr. endured of losing his wife faded slowly, got washed away by the wave of time, the darkness that deeply rooted in his heart began to get brighten up by the tenderness and beauty of Miss Daisy Windsor. The gorgeous Daisy was one of his business partners, she is a woman best known for her clever wits and elegance, Exeter Sr.’s heart soon got stole by her. They had always been good friends, but right now Exeter Sr. craved more than just friend. In order to win Daisy’s affection, Exeter Sr. wished to reinvent himself to be extremely generous and kind, $25,000, a surprising amount of money was given to Daisy. The amiable Daisy was so moved by his generosity, along years of their corporation, Exeter Sr. had always been a stingy figure. During their business travel to France, the fire spark and light started to get more obvious between them. The beautiful Daisy was like the most glistening star in Exeter Sr.’s gloomy life, he had completely fallen in love with Daisy, he wooed her with countless of fragrant flowers, and luxury presents, and eventually, he even bought a house for Daisy. On this special day of 18th November, 1926, an especially warm day, with the most azure sky and the melodious singing of lovely birds, when the first golden ray of sunlight shined on Daisy’s finger, that enormous and dazzling marriage ring emitted a beam of the glitziest light, announcing to the world their happy marriage, they then moved into their elegantly decorated mansion that Exeter, Sr. bought previously.

On 21st November, a rather cold and gloomy day, as the last ray of sunlight devoured by the darkness, the rainstorm thrashing everything outside with an invisible whip, while Exeter Sr. and her new married wife sat comfortably on a pair of soft armchair and sipping a red wine by a roaring fire. Their pleasurable moment was interrupted abruptly by three taps sounded at the door, Exeter Sr. got up reluctantly, didn’t forget to remind Dairy to worry not. However, the second he opened the door, his smiling suddenly froze up, turned into a wretched expression with the accompany of shock and horror, seeing his son as a phantom, his son has found out, he thought. Exeter Sr. closed the door, stood face to face with Jr in the soaking rain, as he heard his son hissed, “There were rumours that you…I needed to see for myself. I didn’t want to believe it, but how could you? How could you!” Jr.’s anger was striking him crazily, after all these years, he couldn’t believe that dad just betrayed mom ruthlessly, “how dare you,” he squeezed these three words out from his teeth, engulfed by the unlimited of disappointment and frustration. “I don’t expect you to understand,” Sr. paused for a second, “Son, please,” his father begged, instinctively reaching for the only thing he could – his check book, blinded by desperation, he scribbled down an amount on the check, tucked it into his son’s wrung hands, and left without a word. Apparently, the conflict with his son has not affected his plan of the honey moon in the slightest. That December, Sr. decided to give his business to his son, all he wanted was to live happily with his new wife. So he mailed his check book and bank account information for his son to use.

Exeter Jr. was so delighted to receive his father’s check bookhoneymoon finally was able to pursue the girl that had always loved, Miss Flossie, thousands of men had conquered by her unrivalled beauty, Exeter Jr. was one of them. Soon as he was in charge of the check book, he decided to drown Ms. Flossie with flower, jewelleries, and pretty dresses, unfortunately, none of these hooked up her interest. Exeter Jr. couldn’t think of any better methods to make Ms. Flossie comply other than hired Tony Spagoni, his old best friend, and partner in crime, to go “talk some sense” into Miss Flossie.

In 1930, 13th of November, Miss Flossie somehow came around after she received some flowers with a 500,000 cheque attached, in front of such a tremendous lure of money, even a heart made of metal would be melted. This young couple had their sweet wedding on a propitious day of 20th June 1931.

Pretty much everything in Exeter Jr.’s life has settled in their position, he was having a pleasurable life in serenity, except that Jr.’s aunt Marie sued him for $175,000 since Jr.’s business was thriving and his company flourished just as when it was in his father’s hand. Nonetheless, there was one thing that haunted him relentlessly and ceaselessly, which Ms. Daisy Windsor. When could not tolerate the hatred that’s burning day and night anymore, he decided that the only way this could come to a closure is to eliminate that God damned lady, thus he sent two groups of professional assassins to do the job. Their disappointing failure truly irritated Exeter Jr. a lot, so he went to his loyal buddy Tony, he assigned Tony to kill Miss Flossie on July 1st but didn’t success, so also on July 2nd. Nevertheless, Tony would never kill Sr. for sure, he was the one who taught Tony about everything, who treated Tony no worse than his own son, but he also felt loyal to Jr. as well, he was tearing apart by the interior conflict. on the other hand, Mr. Daisy was not just any woman, she was born in an extremely wealthy family that possessed a lot of power, also she was well known of her resourcefulness, not a woman who can be easily killed at all.

A day had passed, pacing in his room all night, Jr. eventually got driven crazy by the fact that Tony was missing and Ms. Daisy was still alive, he simply couldn’t believe it. He rushed outside, discovered that a vagrant was lingering around his mansion, Jr wrote a check to him and threated him that if he failed to kill the Daisy, he won’t let the vagrant live for another day, as clearly anger has messed with his sanity greatly. However, what he hadn’t expected was that this “random” vagrant happened to be a skilful assassin that Ms. Daisy sent. As a sound of thunder echoed in the air, the hatred in Jr.’s expression turned into confusion; too late, his blood oozed, painted the newly trimmed grass red, life floated out of his body as the flame ignited by anger in his eyes extinguished eternally.

Servants ungently called for helped, and sent Jr. to hospital immediately. Desperately, his father called the man who had delivered his son, Dr. David M. McCoy, one of the world’s most esteemed doctors. However sadly, not even Dr. McCoy could rescue Exeter Jr. He died on July 15, 1931. His grieving father had him buried in Hollywood, the city where he grew up. And from that day on, there lived only one Lawrence Exeter, once again.

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To change the narration from 1st person point of view to third person omniscient, I first of all had to change all the “I”s to “he”, as the fundamental alternation, what made this part difficult was that the old man and the madman were both male characters, thus sometimes it was not so easy to make a distinction. In addition, since it’s the omniscient third person, I should be able to know everything: each character’s thoughts, feeling, future and past, therefore, some internal feeling of the old man, and connection to the past and future event was necessary to be added.

Creative Writing

When he had waited a long time, long enough for the cold, autumn moon to creep up one branch and another, very patiently, without hearing the old man lie down, whose sweet dream was interrupted and awakened by the abrupt noise of him, the madman attempted to open the lantern and had sat up in concern for hours, listening to the slightest sound, as what him was doing as well. Then he resolved to open a little—a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So he opened it, due to that he couldn’t bear the terrible, choking darkness no longer, with the accompany of terror and extreme caution—you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily—until at length, a single dim ray, like the thread of spider, shot from out the crevice and fell upon the vulture’s eye.

It was open-wide, wide open, unlike the last seven times he snuck into the old man’s room that it was always tightly shut. And he grew furious as he gazed upon it, as the old man stared blankly with confusion and bewilderment filled his eye, certainly anything in his peaceful life wouldn’t be gloomier than this moment. He saw it with perfect distinction—all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow of his bone, as he was so convinced by his beyond save’s madness that this eye is the judgement sent from the hell, it can see the deepest guilt, sin in his soul, he was so terrified of it, the unlimited fear of it was deeply rooted in his heart, but he could see nothing else of old man’s face nor person; for he had directed the ray the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. Unfortunately, this would be the last ray of light that the poor old man with one eye devoured by counteract shall ever see.

And now, he still believed that he was not mad, but it was all about the over acuteness of the sense, there came a low, dull quick sound that struck his ears, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. It was the increasing rate of the old man’s heart beat, no wonder why, the old man has already pass the stage of perplexity, but it was the monster of terror that’s tearing his heart right now, he almost had suffocated in the deep, endless sea of dread, as he saw a completely manic man stood in his chamber, who has a dim lantern in his hands that well reflected frenetic sparks in his eyes, which seemed to be ignited by craziness. And all of that tense atmosphere increased his fury, as the beating drum stimulates the soldier with courage, similar anxious feeling has also sense by the old man, as indicated by his hurtling heartbeat, it was like a galloping, helpless, little horse racing with the nightmarish devil.

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A Life’s Turning Point

Have you ever got the feeling of desire to glisten like the brightest star in the sky and craving to be noticed by the world? In the novel The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexie creates a round character by applying internal feelings, figurative language, physical description and how other characters interact with the protagonist.

The author, Sherman Alexie utilises phrases like “brain grease” and “ten teeth past human” and “lopsided eyes” underscore the abnormality and eccentricity of Junior at the beginning of the story. As result, Junior becomes “a retard, gets beaten up by everyone” also is seen as a “Muddy, Disgusting, Weirdo” by almost everyone on the reservation. Therefore, as every natural human being should be, Junior is depressed and sad, and it is revealed by, “‘I felt worthless, and extremely lonely sometimes'”, indeed, he barely has any friends, but what is even worse is that he not only cannot receive any care and solicitude, but also tons of derision and taunts.

Even though he totally aware of “the world is a series of broken dams and floods”, he “never gives up, never get beaten” by the cruelty of the reality and this hopeless, dreadful place he is living, because he has a dream of “wanting to talk to the world and wanting the world pay attention to him. ” This faith that he always possesses is like the brightest, unfading light that is guiding his way of pursuing hope, as Sherman Alexie writes,” I hang up to my dream and I am a warrior who have been fighting since I was born”. Being “the first Indian who leave rez” as described by his father, Junior must be very courageous, determined. At the end of my found poem, the metaphor star allow the dynamic of protagonist’ interior feelings, from dejected to positive and confident about himself to be unveiled:” I am a bright and shining star, I deserve the world!”

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Elite Expedition

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