Youâre torn between two worlds. You need to focus more on your education life.â â Ms. Broderick my high school English Teacher. At that time of life in 2019, I was in high school. Every mid-winter break, my parents would take me to Pakistan. I would have a really easy-going trip with less anxiety and more unstructured life. Influencing the life of pakistan, living in the village of punjab which is more vibrant in agriculture lifestyle. I loved the experience of seeing beautiful crops fields, growing vegetables, livestock; (raising and taking care of sheeps, and chickens) and living in a joint family. I remember the beautiful mornings in Pakistan. The bright and sunny mornings in mid-winter. White marshmallow like, clouds drifting across the sky. Flocks of crows flying above the sky. The voices of sparrow birds singing on the trees in our garden. The mornings I wouldn’t have to be worried about going to school. Instead, going for a morning walk with my cousins, Sana and Hajra and my sisters, Amber and Zara. It wasn’t the same boring routine as back in New York home. Every day was a new day. My most favorite moment is, I would go to shopping with my Ammi (Mother’s sister) and cousins on the rickshaw the unique small, open air, transportation vehicle. Being on the rickshaw had me and my cousins laughing because of the bouncing, rocky roads giving a vibration. As we got into the city, my eyes captured the environment with sounds of other vehicles, people on street selling fruits, and sale things like clothing, toys etc. and other customers. Also, poor people begging on streets. The smell of street come alive on the rickshaw ride. As we came across the street food. We stopped to buy corns roasted on hot sand. I felt the atmosphere filled with smokey, dusty wind, and the heat standing near the street vendor of corns being roasted. It was fascinating watching the guy sifted the corn out and tossed it with lemon and spices like black pepper salt, red chilies and chaat masala. It was a fresh juicy spicy corn. The vibes of going to the bazar (shopping) every day and leaving without eating street food was the highlight. It gave me a feeling of a bird being set free from a cage to finally having freedom to live. No school life, less worries, no more stressing out about what to do tomorrow, doing assignments, staying awake late night to work on essays or waiting for weekends to come. It was more of me exploring what life was about without being a student.
Coming back from a vacation to school left me with reluctance to leave freewheeling days behind. I felt overwhelmed with the thought of stricter schedule and how an organized life would be starting all over again. I was not satisfied with school life anymore.Â
As I came back from my vacation and the transition of losing interest in study affected me negatively in my grades began. I was handing in my assignment the last minute and was no longer participating or taking any interest. My mind always roamed back to the life in Pakistan. The memory of going on a day trip to Lahore. The night before, me and my cousin put money together for buying snacks, like pack of mango juices, bags of chips (slanty, lays, Kurkure and Nimko), and Rio cookies. We got our clothes ready. And the early morning we woke up, cleaned the house in 30 minutes, then get ready to leave at 5 am. It was about 3 hours ride to Lahore. I snap out of the memory realizing that I was sitting in the English class, full of students, I still felt loneliness, not talking to anyone; being in my very own comfort zone kept me away from making friends. It was not that I couldn’t make friends. I felt outgrown of the phase of making friends. I only wanted to be back in my country with my family, to make new memories of going to new places, eating outside, going on morning walks, siting in the garden and going to shopping. The teacher was going around in the classroom giving back the essay with grades on. When I received mine, Ms. Broderick looked at me with a slight frown on her face, saying, âmeet me at the end of the class.â
I can visualize your days of being in Pakistan and how freeing it must’ve felt for you. I know how hard it can be to adjust back to life as a s a student and can often result in not wanting to do anything. This was a great read.
Really Good CSD of days in Pakistan with cousins and sisters. I love the vibrant color ful pictures I get in my head as I read along
NOW
Work on paragraph breaks! Remember: New topic = new paragraph
I see you have a good forward movement in yoru story. Next you will connect to your other HW with discussion with teacher Mr. Broderick and move to the BOOK CLUB and how it saved you. Yes?
it’s good that I can clearly see that you are using TWO writing options: Between Two Different Worlds and Saved. It’s good that with your previous HWs I can see where you are going in your writing — GOOD WORK
I heard from Tutor Saada that you worked together — Good work!
You wrote in HW3:
It helped me make new friends, gain confidence, explore different genre, learn about different authors, feel free to share my perspective of novels, and mostly I developed passion for novels. I would read two novels at once, one I would be assigned to read as an assignment and other I read independently. I finally figured out Book club was a place I belong.
NOW can you choose ONE or TWO scenes that SHOW “new friends, gain confidence, explore different genre, learn about different authors, feel free to share my perspective of novels, and mostly I developed passion for novels. I would read two novels at once” so that I believe you when you TELL me “Book club was a place I belong. I no longer felt an outcast.”
Objective:
1. PAR BREAKS NEEDED
2. Connect to Mr. B convo and book club
3. Can you choose ONE or TWO scenes of you in the book club that SHOW ânew friends, gain confidence, explore different genre, learn about different authors, feel free to share my perspective of novels, and mostly I developed passion for novels. I would read two novels at onceâ so that I believe you when you TELL me âBook club was a place I belong. I no longer felt an outcast.â
NOUREEN â
Objective:
1. PAR BREAKS NEEDED
2 Tighten up the parts in yellow. Perhaps choose colorful ONE scene of you in Punjab
3. Connect to HW 3 Mr. B convo and book club
4. Can you choose ONE or TWO scenes of you in the book club that SHOW ânew friends, gain confidence, explore different genre, learn about different authors, feel free to share my perspective of novels, and mostly I developed passion for novels. I would read two novels at onceâ so that I believe you when you TELL me âBook club was a place I belong. I no longer felt an outcast.â
HW 6 Opening Scene
âYouâre torn between two worlds. You need to focus more on your education life.â â Ms. Broderick my high school English Teacher.
At that time of life in 2019, I was in high school. Every mid-winter break, my parents would take me to Pakistan. I would have a really easy-going trip with less anxiety and more unstructured life. In summer I livred in Pakistan, in the village of punjab which is more vibrant in agriculture lifestyle. I loved the experience of seeing beautiful crops fields, growing vegetables, livestock; (raising and taking care of sheeps, and chickens) and living in a joint family.
I remember the beautiful mornings in Pakistan. In the bright and sunny mornings in mid-winter, I can visualize white marshmallow like, clouds drifting across the sky, flocks of crows flying above the sky, the voices of sparrow birds singing on the trees in our garden, and the mornings I wouldnât have to be worried about going to school. Every morning in Punjab I went for a morning walk with my cousins, Sana and Hajra and my sisters, Amber and Zara. It wasnât the same boring routine as back in New York home. Every day was a new day.
My most favorite moment is, I would go to shopping with my Ammi (Motherâs sister) and cousins on the rickshaw the unique small, open air, transportation vehicle. Being on the rickshaw had me and my cousins laughing because of the bouncing, rocky roads giving a vibration. As we got into the city, my eyes captured the environment with sounds of other vehicles, people on street selling fruits, and sale things like clothing, toys etc. and other customers. Also, poor people begging on streets. The smell of street come alive on the rickshaw ride. As we came across the street food. We stopped to buy corns roasted on hot sand. I felt the atmosphere filled with smokey, dusty wind, and the heat standing near the street vendor of corns being roasted. It was fascinating watching the guy sifted the corn out and tossed it with lemon and spices like black pepper salt, red chilies and chaat masala. It was a fresh juicy spicy corn. The vibes of going to the bazar (shopping) every day and leaving without eating street food was the highlight. It gave me a feeling of a bird being set free from a cage to finally having freedom to live. No school life, less worries, no more stressing out about what to do tomorrow, doing assignments, staying awake late night to work on essays or waiting for weekends to come. It was more of me exploring what life was about without being a student.
Coming back from summer vacation to NYC school left me with reluctance to leave freewheeling days behind. I felt overwhelmed with the thought of stricter schedule and how an organized life would be starting all over again. I was not satisfied with school life anymore.
The transition between these two different worlds affected me negatively in my grades began. I was handing in my assignment the last minute and was no longer participating or taking any interest. My mind always roamed back to the life in Pakistan. The memory of going on a day trip to Lahore. The night before, me and my cousin put money together for buying snacks, like pack of mango juices, bags of chips (slanty, lays, Kurkure and Nimko), and Rio cookies. We got our clothes ready. And the early morning we woke up, cleaned the house in 30 minutes, then get ready to leave at 5 am. It was about 3 hours ride to Lahore. I snap out of the memory realizing that I was sitting in the English class, full of students, I still felt loneliness, not talking to anyone; being in my very own comfort zone kept me away from making friends. It was not that I couldnât make friends. I felt I had outgrown the phase of making friends. I only wanted to be back in my country with my family, to make new memories of going to new places, eating outside, going on morning walks, siting in the garden and going to shopping. The teacher was going around in the classroom giving back the essay with grades on. When I received mine, Ms. Broderick looked at me with a slight frown on her face, saying, âMeet me at the end of the class.â