I agree with Amber Floyd (2015) when she says that, “…the Dream Act [should] be passed and become [a] law” (p. 190). She brings up that most children don’t figure out that they’re undocumented until they attempt to get a driver’s license, get a state I.D., or attend college. This seems to be common within reality. Families move from another country to America to find this “American Dream”. Although the parents know that their undocumented, sometimes children do not. I’ve had a few friends who were (and possibly still are) undocumented. I’m not sure if they knew this before they came to America, but if they didn’t and they got deported, then what? What would happen when or if ICE figures out that they’re undocumented? This is a reason why the Dream Act is necessary. Undocumented children should be give an opportunity for an education.
Floyd, A. (2015). A “dream” deferred: An exploration of the scarlet title “undocumented”.
In D. Holler (Ed.), Writing for a Real World: A multidisciplinary anthology by
USF students (pp. 180-191). San Francisco, CA: University of San Francisco.
Sentence Fragment Exercise
- Solange posed for the picture, and she found the waist and collar of the dress a little confining; the feather on her antique hat framing her face.
- Before Benjamin applied for a job at Datacorp, he researched the company at the library; he wanted to be well prepared for the interview.
- Waiting for the tour bus, the family shivered on a windy corner; they had expected warmer weather on their summer vacation.
- Leland’s motorcycle was his prized possession, but he had to sell it to pay his college tuition.
- Because Olivia had never been surfing, she took lessons; she felt ready to tackle the waves.
- Paolo has thinning hair, glasses, and stooped shoulders. Everyone thinks he is a librarian, but he is a meteorologist at an Antarctic research station.
- Toni gives her son a generous allowance and does not expect any help around the house from him; Toni’s brother expects his children to do chores if they want spending money.
- Dark clouds gather overhead while the trees toss in the wind, but rain does not fall.
- Tai wanted to prove her trustworthiness to her parent, so she made it her responsibility to take her younger brother and sister to school.
- Using a shark jerk of his wrist, Simón flipped the pancake in the skillet; his uncle taught his this trick when Simón was a child.
Meaning of Name assignment
My first name (Celeste) is derived from the French and its meaning is ‘celestial’ and/or ‘heavenly’. This name is based on the Latin caelestis meaning ‘heavenly’. My first last name (Yeung) comes from Chinese origin and in Chinese, the meaning of Yeung is the sun. My second last name (Phanhdara)…. I’m honestly unsure of the origin and the meaning, but it’s from my Laotian side.
Celeste was given to me because of the term ‘celestial’. Celestial relating to the stars and the sky, I believe my parents thought about me for those things. Not only that, my mom adored astronomy and my dad was the one who chose my name. Looking at how I’ve turned out, I grew fond of learning about the stars and I really enjoyed stargazing.
I was never embarrassed of my name. Within my years of school (from elementary school to high school), I was the only person named ‘Celeste’. I was honestly surprised, but at the same time, I wasn’t. I feel like Celeste isn’t a common name like Amy, Alice, Jimmy, or David. Celeste seems unique and this may also be because it’s not from a bible (unless it is. I’m not sure. I don’t read or know anything about the bible). I have no reason to be embarrassed about my own name, because it makes me who I am. Who would I be without a name?
My parents were going to name me ‘Maestreaux’ and I thought that was very unique, especially because of the spelling. Maestreaux, pronounced as maestro, the sound of the name has a strong, yet beautiful tone. I began to use that name as a kind of persona. During my last two years of high school, I was in a Creative Writing class and for my poems, I went by ‘Maestreaux’ rather than using my original name. I felt like I had to use that name for something, so why not something I love? Art. Not only have I used it for my poems, but I began using it for my youtube channel (which died out because I started using my nickname ‘Les’). It felt nice to use the name. It was like my creative side.
“Yellow” and its connotations
The word “Yellow” is typically associated with happiness, sunshine, basically anything that makes you feel “bright”. “Yellow” is also associated with Asians, or more specifically Chinese people. Growing up, other kids would call the other Asians in my class “Yellow”. I honestly do not know why we are portrayed that way and i’m unsure if this is positive or negative for us. It’s used as a racial term, similar to “Black” and “White”. But I still don’t understand. African Americans have dark “black” skin, Caucasians have light “white” skin, but what about Asians? Asians do not have yellow skin. I never bothered to look into it, but even society represents that today, such as in Power Rangers, the yellow ranger is typically Asian.
i honestly don’t know what to write about for this essay. i think i’m pretty okay with literacy, but how can i combine this with identity? i was born and raised in San Francisco, and i grew up speaking english and some chinese, which i have forgetten by the time i reached middle school. i honestly want to talk about the topic of gender, however i feel like it is unrelated to this topic. i don’t want to talk about my process of learning how to be literate, because it’s boring and it’d probably be vague. actually, i think gender can relate to this topic, because it changes the way i see things. it also triggers me when people bash others’ identity. i could talk about the discovery of my identity and how that has made me write with a more neutral stance. like through text, i used to write