Price to easily proceed with her preconceived notions about the kind of sweater Rachel can afford to own. At the same time, though, this mindset also ignores her own logic, since if she were 102, she would also still contain a little girl somewhere inside—a little girl who could crop up and start crying at any moment. In my head I'm thinking how long till lunchtime, how long till I can take the red sweater and throw over the schoolyard fence, or leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley. Price could have asked the class who the sweater belonged to, and then addressed who she believed the owner was after class. Like in pg 203 were she cried in front of every one like the feeling you have. Or that one time at band camp.
Price says Eleven Sandra Cisneros, Page 8 It was wrong of Mrs. That's utterly, entirely, completely true; I just never put that thought into words before. To view it, In the short story, Eleven by Sandra Cisneros, Rachel is struggling with her age. This story is a little girl called Rachel din't know how to express her on opinion bravely. I move my pencil and books and eraser as far from it as possible. She is the protagonist of the story because she is the central character and she is faced with the conflict.
In his work James Joyce turned to the human consciousness away from social problems. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. The mental image I got from that was a sweater that was a big, ugly, and smelly heap of a very itchy red sweater. Price says, and she holds the red sweater up in the air for all the class to see. This example of diction was one that would stick out the rest of the story. I move the red sweater to the corner of my desk with y ruler. Finally, this story have a special way to organize the text.
Rachel could have easily put the sweater on and sat in her seat and went on with the class to obey Mrs. Being accused of forgetfulness and bad taste and smelling like cottage cheese, and then being publicly reprimanded by an authority figure, in front of your peers, for denying all of the above. Or maybe you're so far removed from your eleven year old self that you can't remember ever having felt that way. The fact that the author says when you are eleven, you are still ten, nine, eight, etc is how I feel about a birthday. . Price demands that she put the sweater on that very instant. Some days you may feel like crying for no reason at all, just because.
She says it like she's getting mad. But when the sick feeling goes away and I open my eyes, the red sweater's still sitting there like a big red mountain. You feel like you're still ten. Sandra Cisneros is known as a pivotal writer in the , but what lead this progressive and experimental author to write what is essentially a children's story? And you are--underneath the year that makes you eleven. I'm eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two.
I recommend this book to all it is a sad but a life long lesson type of book. The use of non-grammatical subjects make the text narrative. Instead you could just cry and let snot come out of your nose and everyone knew you were sad. It is almost like she is being ganged up on, forced to wear something that is not hers and forced to represent something she is not. She hates it when she turns to a new age because she never feels like she was in her new age when it occurred. The rival themes are: childhood, youth, society. Bottom Line: This story literally only takes a few minutes to read and I feel would be enjoyed by anyone.
Take a look at this passage right at the start of the story when our narrator, eleven-year-old Rachel, tells us: What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. Rachel is confronted with the obstacle of trying to enjoy her birthday and be happy she is eleven and be treated as such, yet her teacher and peers do not even acknowledge her birthday they simply force this ugly, smelly, beat up sweater on her and ultimately make her cry. Some days you may feel extra childish—as Rachel explains, that's the ten-year-old part of you. The teacher puts the sweater on Rachel's desk, insisting that it belongs to Rachel; despite Rachel's objections, the teacher makes her put the sweater on. Instead, the most pain you got to your head was by drinking milk too fast. This short story brings up perspective because it is told from the point of view of a girl who has just turned eleven but also feels as if she is experiencing life at every other age before 11. It shows that she values her morals and she is not willing to stand for something she does not believe or represent something she is not in order to humor someone else.
I think everybody feels like this, I think no one is actually the age that they feel they are - some people c An absolutely brilliant read, everyone I know has felt like this, I have felt like this at some points in my young life and even nowadays I feel this way. That's when everything I've been holding in since this morning, since when Mrs. Price ultimately abuses her authority over the children by forcing Rachel into wearing a sweater that does not belong to her. Not mine, not mine, not mine, but Mrs. The whole interaction between Mrs. I liked this book because it was a little funny in the part of the sweater, well I am not going to spoiled it to you but it was a little boring at the beginning.
It's quick and easy to get through, filled with a symbolism that can shoot over one's head. Ultimately, this acceptance of emotional fluidity is very wise, proving that children are capable of embracing complex notions about identity even when they do so in simplistic ways. She daydreams about how a cake made by her mother will be waiting for her and how they will all eat it together when her father gets home from work. She hates it when she turns to a new age because she never feels like she was in her new age when it occurred. She will not let anyone feel as though they have the upper hand over her. I identify with this story a lot. I would've known how to tell her it wasn't mine instead of just sitting there with that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.
In the short story Eleven, tells us that one's actions does not have to be controlled by their physical ages. And you don't feel smart eleven, not until you're almost twelve. Only today I wish I didn't have only eleven years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. Since growing up is something we all must do—no exceptions, no exclusions, no refunds—this story can speak to all of us, whether we're eleven-year-old girls or not. I recommend it because this book have very interesting things about age changing. In the short story, the theme of one can act like any ages is shown.