Author: Abdulrazzaq

12/1/15 how does shame influence the actions characters take in chapter 2?

I believe Shame influenced the actions on these main characters in chapter 2; Miss Caroline Fisher and Walter Cunningham. Miss Caroline and Walter Cunningham shame both entwined in chapter 2 as Miss Caroline is checking the students lunch when she comes across Walter Cunningham when she notices he has no lunch and then asks for his.

Walter Cunningham’s shame comes  from the fact he was a Cunningham who are known for not taking anything that they cannot repay they were extremely poor as The Cunningham’s are country folks, farmers, and the crash hit them hardest. Miss Caroline being new in Wycombe didn’t know the social status amongst the people.

Miss Caroline offers him money to buy lunch as he finally gives in to answer her question if he’s forgotten his lunch and mumbled ‘yeb’m in shame to the fact that he was lying and everyone knew this. Miss Caroline repeatedly insisted that Walter take the money embarrassing him and herself until the point when scout stepped in and explained Walter predicament; that’s when Miss Caroline felt shame and also embarrassment and took it out on scout by light patting down her hand with a ruler and told her to go stand in the corner; the pat was so light that it took a while for class and scout to realise that she had just got beaten and that’s when the whole class burst out in laughter over scout being beaten and at miss Caroline for the soft beating; she was so full of embarrassment and shame that scout saw her sink down into her chair and bury her head in her arms.

When was the last time you went to a public library to read, study or supposedly ‘chill’? Had to think didn’t you? That’s because I believe there is no longer a need for public libraries. I feel public libraries are outdated and have served their purpose. They have lost the battle to modern technology.

I fail to see the need for public libraries. Thanks to technology, you can now easily and conveniently install/download for free a wide variety of books onto multiple electronic devices. These electronic devices make your book portable and easily accessible at the click of a button. Isn’t that better than leaving the warmth and comfort of your home and going out in the cold, travelling quite a distance to an old withering building, to go check out or read a worn out book which has probably been used by hundreds before you? This will surely leave you with nothing but an unsanitary sight and ripped pages.

Here are some likely excuses you will probably hear defending the need for public libraries: they are part of our history, part of our culture, a nice social area, its fun, and my personal favourite: ‘I like the feel of books’ or ‘it’s not the same without the turning of the pages’. For those who say they love the texture of turning a page of a book, well, there are book shops where you can buy a brand new book. If you love books so much you shouldn’t really have a problem spending a few pounds on a book. What is it you explore when reading a story? What allows a story to become so memorable and fun? Imagination. Imagination is what stories are all about, whether you are reading it from a library or at home, whether you reading from a book or behind a screen; the imagination is what allows you to enjoy a story; it’s what engulfs you into the authors world and this will always be there. If that doesn’t help you, then the only advice I can give you is to learn to adapt – the world is changing!

I am not arguing that there is no longer a need for books or to read; but that there is no longer a need for libraries. That’s why I’m questioning whether there is a purpose for a library in our modern society.

What happens when you remove all the books inside? What are you left with? A withering, old building, with no use and no purpose. Libraries were never meant to be a social ‘hot spot’ nor have they ever been.

In conclusion, libraries have served a wonderful purpose to many generations but have now run their course. However, I do believe, in order to give public libraries a use again I believe we simply need change their purpose, i.e. turning them into shelters or something we as a country and community need. You would still be able to keep the books in there if you wish and have the public still attend the library.

Let me start this off by saying this isn’t your sappy romantic typical type of a love story, this is a love story with life and death consequences .This is my love story.

So how do you know when you’re in love? What is love? A wise woman once said “it’s just chilling, you know? Chilling with somebody, talking making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ’cause then you might be without them for a minute. And you don’t want that”. This is exactly how I felt for Samantha White, the most attractive girl in our whole school and neighborhood. She was perfect; crystal White teeth, caramel skin, long dark thick hair with one half of the hair braided and the sweetest personality, so caring, so down to earth. Everyone knew this, everyone wanted her, but none of them loved her like I did; if only she knew that.

I wasn’t a nerd, I wasn’t a boy head over heels for a girl who I had no chance with in a million years. Well you would be  only half right; I didn’t have a chance with her, However I wasn’t your typical lover boy who usually just hopelessly stare/admires his dream girl from a far. I was the ‘guy’ in my area, you don’t believe me? Let me prove it, I even had my own nickname, Rambo, given to me due to the fact that a film character named Rambo was a savage fighter, that could take on anybody and feared no one, which I resembled a lot. I would love to prove myself to anyone who thought they could challenge me, to prove that I was the alpha male, in school and out. But especially in school. I didn’t get along with most of the pupils, especially the boys. They were all too big headed and arrogant for me; just because they could play football or basketball, get the girls and had muscles, they all thought they were the ‘guys’.
So now you’re probably wondering, if I was the ‘guy’ how come I wasn’t able to get the girl of my dreams? Well maybe it’s because in life I was heading nowhere fast; I was involved with the wrong people. we had known each other since nursery and we had been friends since then and she didn’t want to ruin anything or quite simply I never truly told her how I felt. Which is my fault, I know. I was too concerned about getting rejected and my silly reputation; stressing over what other people would think of me, what others would say, instead of just listening to my heart and doing what I wanted to do. So now you know me, you know who I am, my desires. lets finally begin my journey, my love story.

Where to begin? There are so many places to start of my love story: the day I actually started to have feelings for Samantha, when she stayed the whole week at my house or when we kissed for the first time. I believe the best place to start is the day when the whole world started to changed, when not just my story but everybody’s story and life would  change forever, and that’s the day war broke out.
It was on a Friday, the last day of school before summer holidays. It seemed to be heading as the best day of the year; beautiful weather, everybody on good terms, even me with the boys, there was even a whole year 10 water fight! I was having a pleasant conversation with Samantha, even some flirting was going on. But something had to come and ruin it… it hit the main road of Brixton high street and somehow managed to hit my school located all the way in Kennington. We were able to feel its full force as the whole ground began to shake and crumble beneath us. The school began to self destruct, classrooms becoming rubble killing anyone still inside. Time had passed and any lucky survivors were greeted with a still silence, a still life-less silence. We were still feeling the aftermath of the explosion, people groggily getting to their feet. All of a sudden a swat team arrived at the scene shooting any survivors in sight and capturing people as their hostages.. including Samantha. And that’s when I knew my story had just begun. I knew I was going to have to prove my love for this girl, I was going to have to travel the ends of the world and fight for this girl.

English coursework

 Let me start this off by saying this isn’t your sappy romantic typical type of a love story, this is a love story with life and death consequences this is my love story.

So how do you know when you’re in love? What is love? A wise woman once said “it’s just chilling, you know? Chilling with somebody, talking making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ’cause then you might be without them for a minute. And you don’t want that”. This is exactly how I felt for Samantha White the most attractive girl in our whole school and neighbourhood she was perfect; crystal White teeth, caramel skin, long dark thick hair with one half of the hair braided and the sweetest personality so caring, so down to earth. Everyone knew this everyone wanted her but none of them loved her like I did; if only she knew that.

You’re probably thinking that I was a nerd, a boy head over heels for a girl who I had no chance with in a million years. Well you would only be half right as I didn’t really have a chance with her.  however I wasn’t your typical lover boy who usually just hopelessly stare/admires his dream girl from  a far. I was the ‘guy’ in my area, I didn’t get along with most of the pupils especially the boys as they were all too big headed and arrogant for me; just because they could play football or basketball, get the girls and had muscles they all thought they were the ‘guys’ well let me tell you they wouldn’t have lasted 10 seconds in my neighbourhood. In case you don’t believe me to prove that I was the ‘guy’ I even had my own nickname, Rambo; It’s kind of funny how I got the nickname Rambo; well have you ever watched the actual film Rambo? well he was a savage fighter that could take on anybody  and well I don’t mean to brag I was also quite a savage when it came to  fighting I would love to prove myself to anyone who thought they could challenge me to prove that I was the alpha male in school and out, especially outside because if you want to survive  in my neighbourhood  you need to show strength and no fear.

So now you’re probably wondering if I was the ‘guy’ how come I wasn’t able to get the girl of my dreams? Maybe because in life I was heading nowhere fast; I was involved with the wrong people, I was a ‘player’, we had known each other since nursery and we had been friends since then and she didn’t want to ruin anything or quite simply I never truly told her how I felt. Which is my fault I know I was too concerned about getting rejected and my silly reputation stressing over what other people would think of me, what others would say instead of just listening to my heart and doing what I wanted to do. So now you know me, you know who I am, my desires lets finally begin my journey, my love story.

There are so many places to start of my love story, the day I actually started to have feelings for this girl, or when she stayed the whole week at my house, but I believe the best place to start is the day when the whole world changed, when war broke out.

It was on a tropical Friday the last day of school before spring break and it seemed to be heading as the best day of the year; beautiful weather, everyone on good terms even me with the boys there was even a whole year 10 water fight. I was even having a pleasant conversation with Samantha even some flirting was going on I could see from the corner of my eye some jealous looks coming from her boyfriend. But Of course something had to come and ruin it… a bomb! It hit the main road of Brixton high street and somehow managed to hit my school located all the way in Kennington. We was able to feel the full force of the bomb, the whole ground began to shake and crumble beneath us, everyone collapsed to the ground, the school began to crumble to ground killing anyone who was still inside,  around ten minutes later a swat team arrived shooting any survivors and capturing people as their hostages including Samantha and that’s when I knew I was going to have to prove my love for this girl I was going to have to travel the ends of the world and fight for this girl.