Sitting down on my black cushion chair in front of a large desk. Reading a long, elaborated chapter for anatomy class. Words and more words are accumulating on my brain. “Did I understand? What about the cavities?” Going back, back and back again to the same paragraph making sure I understand better all those long anatomical descriptions of words that I’ll be only using during class time. Eight years ago a very calm sunny and windy day, I am sitting down on a big sofa next to my dad reading a small and very simple book called “Look” three to five words per page which might have seem simple, but for a person that does not speak English every word sounded as if they were written so only a scientific and philosopher would understand. Confusion …show more content…
Time seems to have stop while I try to warm myself from the cold that was making my entire hair rise up. Thinking in how much easier would it have been if we have learned as many languages when we were little. It’s amazing been able to speak various languages but confusion always stumble upon here and then. Just like when I was eleven, a boy from my ESL class came and say, “Look what I made” in his small tan hand he had a blue rounded ball of …show more content…
Uncertainty rise upon and it seems weird that the clay was made out of flower. My ignorance with the English vocabulary made me conclude that the flower was the ingredient that gave the clay that bluish color. Days later I found out that I misunderstood the word because the word sounded the same but they were totally different words. I did not realize that some words are pronounced the same but they are written differently and mean different things. This include ‘bee’, ‘be’, ‘b’ or ‘too’, ‘to’, ‘two’. In Spanish all these words have different ways to write them and say them. The wind was blowing on my face and the howling sound whispering on my ear while walking home. Thinking all the way through home that it was pretty ignorant for me to think that flour was flower, but pronunciation of words that sound the same is not a mistake that only Non-English speakers make but even Americans does not know how to differentiate this when writing a
the spelling of certain words can seem illogical and may have no other similar spelling in
Keller in her essay “The Day Language Came into My Life” notes many contrasts between her lives before and after she acquired language. Keller even states at the beginning of her essay the “immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects” (72). When Keller first met her teacher Anne Mansfield Sullivan she described herself as dumb, expectant, like being at sea in a dense fog. Before language, Keller recalls her fingers lingered unconsciously on familiar objects such as leaves and blossoms. Before Keller met Anne Sullivan, she was not aware words even existed.
As soon as I got home I sat in my little recliner with my book ,and started to try and read it. I was upset at first because I wasn’t as fast as people who had read to me were. It was a lot harder that it looked. I wasn’t yet used to all the words and when I was at Lamar I did have trouble reading a little bit.
	"It mattered that education was changing me. It never ceased to matter. My brother and sisters would giggle at our mother’s mispronounced words. They’d correct her gently. My mother laughed girlishly one night, trying not to pronounce sheep as ship. From a distance I listened sullenly. From that distance, pretending not to notice on another occasion, I saw my father looking at the title pages of my library books. That was the scene on my mind when I walked home with a fourth-grade companion and heard him say that his parents read to him every night. (A strange sounding book-Winnie the Pooh.) Immediately, I wanted to know, what is it like?" My companion, however, thought I wanted to know about the plot of the book. Another day, my mother surprised me by asking for a "nice" book to read. "Something not too hard you think I might like." Carefully I chose one, Willa Cather’s My ‘Antonia. But when, several weeks later, I happened to see it next to her bed unread except for the first few pages, I was furious and suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed up the book and took it back to my room and placed it in its place, alphabetically on my shelf." (p.626-627)
Here I was once again staring down at the open test on my desk and trying desperately to read the words staring back at me but to no avail. When I look up I know that I’ll see my classmates’ pencils moving quickly across the test while others have already turned it over on their desk. I could feel my teacher standing over me concerned that all that was written on my test was my name. Finally, she asked me what the problem was; did I not know what a word meant? If I didn’t it wasn’t a problem. I could just point to it and she would tell me. So I did and I pointed to the first word of the first question, then the following word, and the following word until she had translated the whole question for me. Not that it made much of a difference since
Under those circumstances, the school and my mom decided it was better to retain me in first grade. Fortunately, the retention made my grandma realize that I needed her guidance in academics at a young age. By the age of eight, my grandma gave me the best gift she could have ever given me. It was a huge red dictionary. On the inside cover she scribed, “….” I would follow her directions every night for a long time. Today, I wonder if it helped me or not. Many times, I would know the word and the definition, but not know how to use the word in a sentence. I was learning the words and definitions out of
We all have the a gift of speaking and perceiving languages. Whether it is sound or soundless we use language to communicate with one another.There are many ways to approach someone when it comes to the word choice you use to communicate. Many languages contain different forms in where they can be comprehended. The readings “Does Your Language Shape How You Think?” by Guy Deutscher and “Lost in Translation” by Lera Boroditsky, discuss how the languages we speak can shape the way we think, and the way we perceive things differ from the aspects of language. In general, I agree with the position these both authors take, languages we speak do shape the way we think through grammatical structures, language of space and orientation, and time.
Everyone has experienced hearing a language they do not understand. In that context, the words seem to consist of a meaningless series of sounds; this is often ascribed to the listener not knowing the definitions of the vocabulary used. However, in addition to not being familiar with the words said, a person who does not understand the language will hear and process the sounds differently than a native speaker. This fact is partially explained by categorial perception, a perceptual-learning phenomenon in which the categories of different stimuli possessed by an individual affect his or her perception.
On December 21, 2017 at 2028 hours, Officer Allday and I, Sgt. Wilson responded to 1693 Highway 90 (Fred's Pharmacy) in reference to a Malicious Mischief call.
Sometimes when I wanted something or wanted to go somewhere it was hard for my parents to understand me, or if I tried to speak in Spanish I couldn’t remember the words. One day I was playing with my toy car, then somehow I broke it. I dragged my parents over and pointed to my broken toy car and told them it was “Ponch,” but they didn’t understand what it meant. I kept on pointing to the car, bouncing up and down, repeating the word “Ponch” but they still didn’t understand, they assumed it meant the car, the wheels, or even the
5-7. It was the quarter finals at the Mississippi State Championships for individual singles, and I had just lost the first set.
It was rumored in the third grade that I would have my right hand amputated. This rumor was stemmed from the fact that I broke my arm, where both the ulna and radius were snapped. The people that surrounded me, being doctors and family were frightened at the sight of me holding my dangling hand with the other. Breaking my arm of itself was not a challenge, but it was the recovery that would challenge my determination and character.
The moment I stepped on the ferry was like no other. The feeling of the moisture from Lake Superior on my skin was breathtaking. I have passed Mackinac city a million times but never experienced the heart-stopping beauty of Lake Superior and Mackinac Island. When I arrived to the island there were thousands of people all around me. I have never been accustomed to how many people were around, and on such a small island. Living in Michigan for almost half my life and moving away from this experience was something I thought would never happen. I really took living there for granted. I had never realized all of the things I never did until after moving and coming back to Michigan to discover more. I moved to Wyoming the beginning of summer 2010.
I can easily say that the University of Colorado-Boulder is the perfect place that I can see myself achieve success in my architectural engineering career, the place I would call home for the next four years, learning and making friends. Throughout these years I know I will be able to make a difference throughout society and not just be a number or a statistic.
Now, have you ever looked—I mean really looked at the English language? It is a very confusing language and it’s no wonder so many other people have so much trouble understanding it. Have you ever talked to someone from a foreign country and you’ve had to rephrase the entire thing you were trying to say because they didn’t understand? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.