Sandra Cisneros, "Only daughter"

Being the only daughter of seven children, she keeps on stating the same thing over and over again but with different lines. Being the only daughter, the only thing on her father mind was her becoming someone wife. Cisneros stated, in the fifth grade she would shared her plans with her father about college. Hoping that she can get closer to him, seven years later, with no husband. Her father felt like he wasted all that education. Tug my father sleeve and whisper "Not seven sons, and one daughter". She wants to tell her father that I'm in no different from her brothers. 

At the end of the story, Cisneros, return to her home were she spent Christmas there. As for her story it was translated into Spanish, at that moment, "He read the line very slowly. As he was reading line over and over" (499). He was finally able to know how her daughter felt all those time. "Where can we get more copies of this for the relatives" (499). Being hated by her father for a long time, she came to realize, he always care about the kids. Just he never really mention it. "Why would anyone go to college and then choose to be poor, especially someone who had always been poor" (498). 

Her father only wants Cisneros, to find a husband during her college years, that why, he spent her there. After, knowing she wasted her college life, not able to find a husband. He consider that he wasted all that education. However, toward the end of the story, her father stated, "he fulfilled my father dream that we study hard and use our head instead of this- our hands" (498). Looking at his father hands thick and yellow- the history of hammer and nails. I didn't go to college to be poor. Especially someone who had always been poor.     

weekly reflection 2

It's the second week of school so far, I've learn the structure of MLA format. Through high school we never learn anything like this or really had anything to do with researcher paper. Being able to learn new things, has been a wonderful experience of my life. I been struggling through high school for a long time, now that with a new start going to college made help me reflect on my outcome. Able to learn how to cited and able to conduce the material through the process of learning onto a research paper is by far something that is not taught at a high school. Ethos, in which a person is able to have a scene of mind on no plagiarism.

Weekly Reflection I

The first week of school, learning the style of freewrite had taught me on how to becoming a better writer. By having ideas flow through your head, you control the speed like a train. We had learned the two different type of writing style Academic research and Creative arts. Academic there rule for academic you have to have a more formal tone and for creative arts it's an freewrite form, where the author can express his or her feeling in a colloquial form.

Reading journal || E.B. White || Once more to the lake

What makes EB White essay a strong narration, he connect the reader to the same date and time were he once was. To top it off he cover the scenery, to help us visualize each scene which keeps the readers interested.


He talk about his childhood, through a reflective piece of his memory and mortality. A past were he once experiences with a son and father bond memory.


"And with no thought of going in, I watched him, his hard little body, skinny and bare, saw him slightly as he pulled up around is vitals the small, soggy, icy garment. As he buckled the swollen belt suddenly my groin felt the chill of death". To see himself as a kid, reflective the idea that he is not immortality but mortality, where he share his thought. 

FreeWrite Narrtion 1

When picture yourself in a happy place, we can make anything up but when something that unexpected happens to us we can't imagine.what might happen to us.  

What do people think, when they hear the word horror, we would think of something spine-chilling running down our throat. My story begins with me going to Hong Kong, the year 2010, with my grandmother and myself, my first trip to Hong Kong. The excitement of going on a trip got me fired up, it was weeks before summer vacation roll by, the trilled of school is about to be over. Knowing, that it’s been such a long time I gone back, not knowing where to start from, with the time running slow I got the idea of changing the time on my clock, but I realize I got to stop thinking about it and move on with the last few week of school. The time had finally came, school was over and it time for me and my grandmother head toward the airport, the ride toward the airport was dull, I felt the sunray hitting my skin burning away the white pigment changing it to a dark brown color. It took hours to arrive at the airport, I took out the suitcase and begun to roll it inside, that’s when I check in and said my goodbye to my parents. Before we can get inside the plane there was this long list of people waiting for the plane to arrive, so we sack down on empty spot. Thirty to fifty minute later, the plane had arrive, the  flight attendant came over to us and took us inside the plane I felt like first class passenger the thought of it was quickly blast away. While everybody started to arrive on the plane the flight attendant came on and started to announce the procedure of where everything was at. After that the plane start to take in speed my heart was pounding as the plane increase the speed, all of a sudden the plane shifted upward that when I realize my spine-tingling and my hand was grabbing on a hold handle. Furthermore as the ride got smoother again my body finally relax but my back and neck was aching from the seat thirteen hours of sleeping in a cramp spot is really difficult to do. The plane was rocking back and forth with the air turbulence; I thought my life was about end here just like the Malaysian airline that got taking out. Finally, the plane landed smoothly on Hong Kong soil; there we depart from the airport. We met up with my mom’s sister, where she pick us up from the airport and there we took the bus back to her house, it was night time so there wasn’t a whole lot of people on the bus and with the time zone I wasn’t that sleepy but as the ride to my aunt house was pretty far and bumpy, I was knock off and felt asleep. The next day we walk around Hong Kong and sightseeing, many of the stuff was experience, most of the price was different from here and America, there currency goes up to thousands but for us it only go to hundreds. I feel that pretty odd but I was still young so I couldn’t yet understand. Finally, we got to see the top of the mountain but the road to go up there was a difficult path so instead, we took the cable car, but I was afraid of height but it was the biggest attraction for looking at mountain and all kinds of thing. We got on the Cable car and it run pretty slowly but some do stop for couple of minute so people can see how Hong Kong looks like. At that moment, I thought time stopped, to see everything in my pathway be steady, something not right, I mention to myself, why hasn’t the cable car move yet. That’s, when I realize I was stuck on the cable car. Both, me and my aunt felt like we were on top of the Empire state building, I might be talking big about the feeling of, how tall it was but when you look at it from a different point perspective, thing do look bigger or taller from a different high point. My heart start to rise being at such a high point everything around you is clear space, dangling on a cable, the possibility is endless. Having no shade and just two mirrors on the side and one big mirror right be low your feet is the most scary thing that can happen the glass can crack, scary to death not knowing if I should stand up and walk or sit still. No matter, how you look at it just a scary moment, having to wait for hours before the firefight came to recuse us, the moment I saw land or something that connect to the ground I was relief. Though my experience I realize that something in life is not worth going through to see.