Showing posts with label Essay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Essay. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2014

The Effect of Reading the Word

“This is my domain,” my twelve year old brother told me a month ago.
“Your domain?” I asked.
“Yeah, my domain.  Do you know what that word means?”
“Yes.  Do you?”
“Yes.  What do you think it means?”
“It means the place in which you rule.”
“Yep,” he replied.  “Ever since I’ve started reading Fablehaven my vocabulary has increased.”  Then he added these wise words, “Reading increases your vocabulary.”
I thought about the incredible value of reading, and how children today are missing out on it.  How many kids today read for fun?  Or do they allot all of their time to playing video games and watching television?  What are the consequences of casting away books and picking up the remote?
In a study done in 1999 and repeated in 2004 “It was found that 39% of youth played video games on a typical day in 1999, and 41% did so in 2004. . . . [G]amers spent an average of 26 minutes per day playing in 1999 and 32 minutes per day playing in 2004” (Cummings, Vanderwater). Lets say that the numbers increase the same amount every five years.  This means in 2014 43% of young people will play video games, and they will play for an average of 44 minutes per day.  This is just an average, which means there are some who play hardly at all, and others who play significantly more than 44 minutes. 
This study concluded that there was a concern that gamers were neglecting schoolwork.  A rising problem in today’s society is the amount of media consumed and homework neglected. Doctors don’t become doctors by playing video games.   Lawyers don’t become lawyers by watching TV.  An experienced forest guide doesn’t successfully survive by looking at everyone’s latest post on Facebook, or tweets on Twitter.  They become successful by reading.  Not just reading the TV guide, or instructions for a video game console, but actual literature and intellectual books. 
In a recent talk, Tad R. Callister, a leader in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, recounted the story of a young man, Ben Carson, who said, “‘I was the worst student in my whole fifth grade class.’”  In a math test consisting of 30 problems, he got zero of them correct.  Ben’s mother, Sonya, “had only a third-grade education, and could not read.”  She was raising her two sons in the Detroit ghettos.  Callister continues the story by explaining that Sonya cleaned the houses of successful people for a living, and one day she realized that each house had one thing in common—they each had a library.  The people who lived in these houses read.  So she went home, turned off the television and told her boys they were watching too much TV.  She limited their TV time to three programs a week and told them that with the rest of their free time they would go to the library and read two books a week and give a report to her about them. 
Outside of school, Ben had never read a book in his life.  Nevertheless, their mother made her sons read.  Change happened.  When Ben was in seventh grade he was at the top of his class.  He eventually attended Yale University, “then John Hopkins medical school, where at age 33 he became its chief pediatric neurosurgeon and a world-renowned surgeon” (Callister). 
The success of Ben Carson wasn’t due to his teachers, or a sudden change in the course material, it was due to the fact that he read books.  It doesn’t matter what kind of books he read; the main fact was that he read. 
Today, too few parents are persistent enough to make their children turn off the TV and pick up a book, and very few kids will read books for fun.  I asked my seventeen-year-old brother, a senior in high school with a 4.0 GPA, why he thought kids would rather watch TV than read a book.  “Because they’re lazy,” he said.  “They would rather sit in front of a TV and have a story told to them.  Reading is work.”  If you’re reading a story then you have to imagine it.  You also have to remember it.  Unlike a movie or television show that tells a story in 30 minutes to 2 hours, a book can take days to read.  If you’re reading an informative book, you have to be able to comprehend what you’re reading in order to enjoy or feel like you’re accomplishing something. 
With the downturn in the amount of time kids spend in reading; I believe there is a significant lack of vocabulary among the rising generation.  “Book reading in the home has been shown to make distinct contributions to young children’s literacy development” (Dickenson, Smith, 105).  Whether it’s reading Fablehaven, the newspaper, or a book on trains, children today need to turn off the TV, the video games, the iPods, the tablets, and read.  They will do better in school and in life.  


Callister, Tad R. “Parents: The Prime Gospel Teachers of Their Children.” LDS.com. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (2014).  Web. 9 October, 2014.

Cummings, Hope M. Vandewater, Elizabeth A. “Relation of Adolescent Video Game Play to Time Spent in Other Activities”, JAMA Pediatrics, 161.7 (2007): 684-689. Web. 6 October 2014.

Dickenson, David K. Smith, Miriam W.  “Long-term effects of preschool teachers’ book readings on low-income children’s vocabulary and story comprehension.” Reading Research Quarterly. 29.2 (1994): 104-122. JSTOR. Web. 6 Oct 2014



Saturday, June 7, 2014

Escape to Terabithia

Being ten years old can’t be too hard.  Most of your life revolves around play, chores, and school.  But being ten can still have it’s difficulties: bullies, annoying teachers, not fitting in, secret loves, secret hobbies, and fears you’re ashamed to admit.  You would need a Terabithia—an imaginary, or physical, place where you can be yourself, leaving the worries of the world behind. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson, not only explores the adventures and lives of two 10 year olds, but also shows how each of us has our own Terabithia.  Terabithia represents something different for each child; for Leslie it was a place of refuge, for Jess it was a place to grow.
It was Leslie’s idea to create a place where she and Jess could be themselves.  In fighting off giants, invaders, and paying respect to the spirits of Terabithia, Leslie finds refuge from the school kid’s teasing.  She was a dreamer and made fun of for it. She day dreamed in class (Paterson 44), she read books and recounted the stories to Jess, her hobby was scuba diving, not “watching game shows on TV” or “reading Good Books” like all the other girls (Paterson 33).  It was only in Terabithia that Leslie was truly able to let her imagination and freedom loose, allowing her true self to show.
For Jess, Terabithia was a place where he faced his fears.  As a boy, Jess thought he was supposed to be tough, not some wussy who was afraid of a swollen creek, getting beat in a race, or of the woods.  By facing his fears in Terabithia he grows and becomes a leader.  Perhaps the biggest fear that Jess faced was going to Terabithia without Leslie.  “Jess tried going to Terabithia alone, but it was no good.  It needed Leslie to make the magic.  He was afraid he would destroy everything by trying to force the magic on his own . . . (Paterson 65).  But in the end it is the very magic of Terabithia he feared wouldn’t come to him should he go to Terabithia alone, that ultimately destroyed his fear.  After Leslie’s death, Jess enters Terabithia alone.  At first he struggles to find the magic, telling the spirit of Leslie that he’s “just a dumb dodo” (Paterson 119), and in honor of, the deceased queen.  The spirits, he said, accepted his offering, and the words he spoke “had the ring of the sacred grove in them (Paterson 120). He alone produced the magic he feared he couldn’t create.
In a way Jess feared Terabithia.  He didn’t quite grasp the magic the way Leslie did.  He wasn’t the one to come up with the idea to make the pine forest sacred, or fight off the invaders of Terabithia.  Leslie was the one who always told stories to Jess.  Jess was a follower and listener.  When Leslie died Jess could have abandoned Terabithia, thinking that it wasn’t magical without Leslie.  Instead, Jess became the ruler.  He crowned his younger sister, May Belle, Queen of Terabithia, bringing his own magic into Terabithia (Paterson 128).
Each of us has a Terabithia where we can escape from the world to be our true selves, or a place where we go that allows us to conquer our fears.  It may not be a physical place, it may be a situation, an event, or it could take place inside our own heads.  Nevertheless, Terabithia will always make us grow, and will always be our safe haven.
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“Between the two of them they owned the world and no enemy, Gary Fulcher, Wanda Kay Moore, Jancie Avery, Jess’s own fears and insufficiencies, nor any of the foes whom Leslie imagined attacking Terabithia, could ever really defeat them.” (Paterson 40).

Works Cited
Paterson, Katherine. Bridge to Terabithia. New York: HaperCollins, 1977. Print

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Releve Jenna, Releve


An Essay on The Adoration of Jenna Fox 


Ballet—the perfect art.  There is a perfect height, perfect weight, perfect grace, and perfect feet expected of every prima ballerina.  Every step is perfect, beautiful, and graceful there is no room for improvisation. Only the perfect ballerina’s can please audiences.  Jenna Fox, the protagonist in Mary E. Pearson’s The Adoration of Jenna Fox, is the ballet of her parent’s world.  Jenna feels she must do everything perfect in order to stay on the pedestal her parents have created for her.  If she falls she disappoints her audience, which will cause her to break.  She is controlled by the love of her parents until they push her too far to the edge of the pedestal.  Though she falls she doesn’t break; Jenna realizes she can find more peace in life when she does what she needs instead of living up to her parents expectations.
Jenna obeys to please.  When she wakes up from her year and a half long coma she does things only to please her mother.  “[Mother] puts her arm around me and squeezes.  I lift the corner of my mouth.  Then the other: a smile.  Because I know I am supposed to.  It is what she wants” (Pearson 3).  Because she doesn’t have a high functioning brain yet, Jenna doesn’t understand why she does things to please her parents.  But even before the accident and ensuing coma, Jenna’s body took command of her, which aimed to please her parents.
In her last ballet recital she only finished her dance gracefully to stay on the pedestal her parents had created.   On stage Jenna is tempted to “stomp and grind and swing [her] hips” (Pearson 229) instead of preforming her last releve.  But she releves.  Her mind wants so desperately to do something else, but her body won’t let her.  It is woven into her muscles to stay on the pedestal.  The “new Jenna,” upon watching her last performance, realizes how unhappy she was staying on her parent’s pedestal.  “The performance is all in her arms and legs and muscles, and none of it is in her heart” (Pearson 229).  Jenna stays on her pedestal because she is afraid of disappointing her parents;  “Maybe I was eager for a fall, the thing I feared most” (Pearson 225).  After her coma, once she realized she was placed on a pedestal, she again battles with what she wants and what her parents want.  Lily tells her, “[Your parents] won’t break, you know” when Jenna is having a hard time coming to terms with this fact. (Pearson 232). It is this assumption that leads Jenna to always releve instead of stop and grind. 
It is not only Jenna’s fault that she stayed on the pedestal before her accident and after it.  Her parents never listened to her, nor gave her what she really needed.  Jenna told Clair she wanted a red skirt (Pearson 233).  Though Clair told Jenna she would get her one, she never did because “It’s not important.  It never really was” (Pearson 236).  This suggests that what Jenna wants never was important.  It was always what her mom and dad wanted.  Jenna says,
“All of your pieces fill up other people’s holes.
But they don’t fill
your own” (Pearson 231).
It was Lily alone who saw this.  She saw what Jenna’s parents were doing to her and helped Jenna achieve what she wanted despite her parents protests.  Lily alone understood the importance of communication and letting your children have their own space.  Because Jenna’s parents never let her communicate effectively with them even after her comma, she slowly broke away from the perfect Jenna, becoming the Jenna she wanted to become—a regular teenage girl.  When Lily listens, Jenna begins to see what she failed to see her entire life—pleasing other people does not bring peace. 
At her last ballet recital, Jenna releved instead of stomping and grinding.  However, with Lily’s help Jenna finally was able to overcome her parent’s expectations and obtain what she wanted.  She released Kara and Locke, and her own trapped mind because she wanted it.  “I need to own my life” (Pearson 254) is what she needed most of all.  She wanted to be a normal girl with the same chance of survival as everyone else.  When she realized this and destroyed her backup she found peace, she found strength, and she found the real Jenna. 

Works Cited
Pearson, Mary E. The Adoration of Jenna Fox. New York: Henry Holt and Company, LLC, 2008. Print.


For more information of Mary E. Pearson click here. 
*Please note that I know the word "releve' has an accent on the last "e". My computer will not let me put one there.  So just pretend there is one.