Alhamdulillah, another achievement unlocked! This term in English, we have been looking by the classic book 'Of Mice and Men' by John Steinbeck. It’s a book set in 1930s America, describing the life of two friends that are farm workers. My class enjoyed reading the book together a lot, and we’ve been set multiple tasks on this book, so as a grand finale, the teacher decided to set us a big task to round it all up.
Our final task was to create a piece of writing based on the book as a whole - we were given a choice between a review, an analytical essay, a composition or story. This was a big task, so of course, I wanted to make sure that I gave it my all! Then I got to thinking, why couldn’t I write a poem instead? It wasn’t one of the options that the teacher had given us, but I really love writing poems! Presenting my work in the form of a poem would enable me to give it that extra oomph!
So I asked my teacher whether or not a poem would be OK, and surprisingly, he told me that the format would be fine. So I got to work! The scenario was based on the end of the book, and my poem told the story of the events that I imagined would happen after how the book ended. Submitting the poem to my teacher, I was feeling pretty confident about it - plus, I was the only student who submitted it in the form of a poem! And so I waited until the day we got our results back…and I found out that I had been awarded an A+ for my work!
Alhamdulillah, I was over the moon to see that all my hard work had paid off! I was really pleased, both with my poem and the acknowledgement that my teacher had given me for it. Seeing his comments on my poem gave me such a boost of encouragement - as if me already being in love with poetry was not enough, now knowing that my poetry was enough to cause others to write such words about it overwhelmed me with even more drive to continue!
All this has motivated me to share my poem with all of you. I hope that you enjoy my work, and that it gives you inspiration to write some poetry yourself - in my opinion, one of the most artistic and rewarding forms of writing there is!
Love poetry,
O. Mukhtar O. Mukhlis
#theomarmukhtar
#AnotherDeadMouse 🐁
同時也有1部Youtube影片,追蹤數超過2,960的網紅Annie Tran,也在其Youtube影片中提到,Good morning families, supporters, and fellow seniors. Let's stop for a moment and pretend we're all in English class, but without the 400 page novel....
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因為Charlie and the Chocolate Factory而買了人生第一本英文書、為左更似Willy Wonka而去學英文丶揾到創作欲畫到所有功課都係朱古力工廠、揾到怪雞的自信。無論乜事,呢個人都是我的一部分。我怪故我在。 #我就怪
In my very young days, English was a nightmare to me. My family has reading disorder, I couldn’t identify words properly (both English and Cantonese sucked, but improved now). I failed in tests, got zero marks in dictations while the other kids in class did perfect job, I was slow in everything, unable to understand what’s going on, teachers dragged me to detention and extra classes and I hated all of it.
But then this movie came up. It’s super weird, everything in it made no sense but also perfect sense, its fun, it kind of dark but its a wonderland to me, its Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
I was completely obsessed. I adopted Willy Wonka’s character, I drawn him in every school projects, I spoke like him (that’s horrifying in real life by yeah), I even brought a walking cane hoping to be like him (and spent most of time playing in the movie’s promotional website). As to know him better and to speak more like him, I brought my very first English book. (the one in the photo.)
First time ever I wanted to read English, not forced by parents, not forced by teachers. I found the love in this language.
At that age I still confused fiction from reality. I didn’t quite understand the idea of ‘actor’ or ‘director’. The characters seemed real to me. I didn’t even know who was Johnny Depp. Later I learnt almost all the movies and characters I love were played by him and directed by Tim Burton.
When I studied movie in school writing an essay about Tim Burton, I understood why I was so obsessed with their works. It’s about the outcasted. The misunderstood people finding a way to love and be cherished.
No matter what happened, Papa Tim and brother Johnny will be there and be as strange as you are. Let’s be the weirdo together. That gave me courage. If you didn’t fit in, that’s ok.
It made up a huge part of my childhood. It is empowering.
I understand Johnny Depp is not perfect, not a saint, no one is. And that life has up and downs. We don’t know each other, I just want to say, thank you for supporting me when I was vulnerable, and I support you. I wish you to be happy.
I do not care if WB paid him a large sum, that just sounds like hush money to me. I don’t want to live in a world where people treat each other like goods, where all relationships between humans are just a trade. ‘Nah, he is less popular these days, lets drop him.’ I hate to think we are all replaceable like a tiny unimportant parts in a giant machine. As if we could be scrapped once we made a bad choice. Its horrifying.
There’s things that not replaceable.
Its our memories and love.
And I will forever cherish the bonding we have.
#johnnyDepp #justiceForJohnnyDepp #willyWonka #timburton
#CharlieAndTheChocolateFactory
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明天的港台荚文信Happy Mother’s Day
It is hilarious that mothers began to enter into the recent political reform debate on the question "pocket or not pocket". Executive Councilor Bernard Chan was asked by a yum cha lady during his turn to go for street campaign: "If your wife was chosen by the Central Government, what would you do?" Chan answered by saying this is the same as my Mother choosing for me!!! This reminded me of the time of the Cultural Revolution when Chinese were told Mao Sze Dong was dearer to you than your Mother. Bernard Chan without thinking became Red Guards that waved the red little book at his Mother. Legislative Councillor Ng Leung-Sing representing the banking sector went further and said that over thousands of years in China Mothers had chosen the wives for their children. This is the Banker legislator who wanted to return Hong Kong to the feudal days of China that practiced blind marriage and think this is acceptable.
It was funny but also very sad that educated people in Hong Kong can bend so low as to refer the Communist Party as their Mother and is willing to give up the right to choose one's own wife. This led me to think of a more philosophical reason for not pocketing the political reform package imposed on us by the Chinese Communist Party. Hong Kong People should not degrade oneself to accept lies. This is the struggle of living in truth against living in lies and this is the struggle of life and death for the survival of Hong Kong and our value system of speaking out for truth. Living in truth is the central theme of the famous essay "Power to the Powerless" by Havel, the playwright dissident turned President of the first Democratic Czechoslovakia. Rereading this essay make us understand what the fight over true democracy is all about. This is how Havel described the Communist System:
“Government by bureaucracy is called popular government; the working class is enslaved in the name of the working class; the complete degradation of the individual is presented as his or her ultimate liberation; depriving people of information is called making it available; the use of power to manipulate is called the public control of power, and the arbitrary use of power is called observing the legal code; the repression of culture is called its development; the expansion of imperial influence is presented as support for the oppressed; the lack of free expression becomes the highest form of freedom; farcical elections become the highest form of democracy; banning independent thought becomes the most scientific of world views; military occupation becomes fraternal assistance. Because the regime is captive to its own lies, it must falsify everything. It falsifies the past. It falsifies the present, and it falsifies the future. It falsifies statistics. It pretends not to possess an omnipotent and unprincipled police apparatus. It pretends to respect human rights. It pretends to persecute no one. It pretends to fear nothing. It pretends to pretend nothing.”
Isn't this happening in Hong Kong today?It is here that Vaclav Havel makes one of his most compelling points about living within the Communist system:
Individuals need not believe all these mystifications, but they must behave as though they did, or they must at least tolerate them in silence, or get along well with those who work with them. For this reason, however, they must live within a lie. They need not accept the lie. It is enough for them to have accepted their life with it and in it. For by this very fact, individuals confirm the system, fulfill the system, make the system, ARE the system.”
If we accepted the lies of the Government that passing the proposed political reform package with the 1200 so called elected representatives controlling the nomination process is a step forward and is a fulfillment of the promise of universal suffrage, we as the individuals are confirming the system and are the system. Also to quote Havel: a regime can lull its underlings at worst and convert them at best to “the cause”. And what, is “the cause”? Power… indisputably and unflinchingly secure in the hands of the regime. This is what exactly the Hong Kong Government is doing, to convert all of us to the Cause of securing power for the Regime.
To “live within the truth” is to defy the unreality – in big ways, or in small. Havel’s example of a green-grocer organizing an underground group, or simply not putting a propaganda poster in his window is excellent. There is no shortage of fear (or brutal consequence) under these regimes and Havel admits this with sympathy. At the same time, he reinforces that fissures in the edifice of lies can come in big forms or small – and no small act of “living within the truth” is without its impact on the oppressive regime. Havel reinforces the threat of “living within the truth”:
“By breaking the rules of the game, [the citizen living within the truth] has disrupted the game as such. He has exposed it as a mere game. He has shattered the world of appearances, the fundamental pillar of the system. He has upset the power structure by tearing apart what holds it together. He has demonstrated that living a lie is living a lie. He has broken through the exalted facade of the system and exposed the real, base foundations of power. He has said that the emperor is naked. And because the emperor is in fact naked, something extremely dangerous has happened: by his action, the greengrocer has addressed the world. He has enabled everyone to peer behind the curtain. He has shown everyone that it IS possible to live within the truth.
It is our choice: truth or lies. We are already the fortunate one to be living under communist rule with a makeshift shelter of one country two system. We must defend this shelter by starting to live in truth and not accepting blind marriage by mothers.
Mothers have no desire but the goods for their children and comparing mothers to the Central Government is nauseating. Let us live in truth and believe in our mothers.
Lee Cheuk Yan
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Good morning families, supporters, and fellow seniors. Let's stop for a moment and pretend we're all in English class, but without the 400 page novel. The standard for today is going to be the past, present, and future tense.
First up, past tense. I want you all to flashback to life before high school. Things were easy, were they not? We couldn't show off our breakfast, lunch, and dinner on Instagram like we can today. Things were simple. First world problems here and there, but we survived. Let's go back a bit further. See this piece of paper. This is what we are like when we are born. A blank, smooth, and clean slate. Now, fast forward a few years. We enter high school.
Suddenly, assignments pile and continue to pile. Friendships, if we're lucky, continue as acquaintances; if we're unlucky, become broken. Some days, we compare ourselves to what you see now. Our lives start to feel all crumpled up. But to make it through another day, what do we do? We smooth out the edges, and we carry on.
We argue with our parents. We think we're right. We're never right. We meet a boy, or a girl. We think we understand that four letter word, "love." We don't understand. Unless you've successfully found your high school sweetheart, then good for you!
But for the rest of us, we cry. We post depressing statuses on Facebook about being "hash tag forever alone." Some days, we want to rip our hearts out. Like this. But to make it through another day, what do we do? We hold the pieces together, and we carry on.
Fast forward to right now. Welcome to the present. We are here together. After four years. Goodness knows what we can do in one night. Especially the night before finals, the night before that five-page essay is due, the night the word "sleep" becomes non-existent. Or the night you just can't log off League of Legends. So think about it. If that's what we can do in one night, what have we accomplished over this span of four years? Let me answer my own question in two words. A lot.
High school has not only taught us how to solve for "x" or what went on in Shakespeare's mind, but it has also taught us how to do the impossible. We have learned how to procrastinate effectively. We have pulled all-nighters and lived to tell of it. We have asked a crush to prom even though fear of rejection made our knees quiver and the actuality of rejection meant social suicide. Oh, and we survived the end of the world in 2012.
And now we're coming towards the end of this chapter in our lives. Every wrinkle, every edge, every wear and tear on this sheet of paper. They are stories. Lessons. Mistakes. But we have a choice. A choice to continue to look like this, or a choice to do something about it. To put all the pieces back together, into something like this. This is what we can grow to be. This is what we have grown to be. This is what matters.
We are reaching into a new world. Let's refer to this new world as the "future." To make it through another day, what must we do? We must fight. Let me share a quick story. I watched my grandpa fight cancer for a year. Just last month, he lost that fight. I began to question the purpose of fighting my fears, fighting through my struggles, and fighting for what I want.
Have you ever had days where you felt like flying? Perhaps you aced a test. Your crush said yes to your prom proposal. Your parents bought you a new car. But have you ever had days where you felt like falling? You failed a test. You ended a relationship. You disappointed your parents. Sometimes, all the above in one day. Welcome to the life of this paper airplane. It can fly in some moments. But what do we do when it falls? We pick it up, throw it out there, and put it back in the air. That's what we are going to do with our lives.
When we fall, we are going to pick ourselves up. Push ourselves. And carry on. In doing this, we will become better students. Better friends. Better sons and daughters. Better people. And Grandpa, wherever you are, I will become that better person for you.
We have changed, and we will continue to change. But we are not the only ones changing. The world around us is changing. We can talk to our smartphones. Cars are running on electricity. We have laptops that are thinner than my English notebook. We are all moving forward, and life after high school, is just the next big step.
So that wraps up today's lesson on past, present, and future tense. Don't worry, there will be no test tomorrow, or ever again. Just kidding, we'll see tests again in college and in life, but that's another problem for another day. So, to accomplish the goal of today's lesson, remember the words of Albus Dumbledore: "It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be." Class is dismissed.

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