Amy tan mother tongue textual analysis

This is a REDO for a grade. I first got a F on this assignment that was turned in 2 weeks ago. It has to be orginal NO COPING from a different paper that has been turn in before.

In 1-5, you selected your reading. You may want to print your reading so you can take notes to help capture your reactions. Highlight specific lines, passages, or words that stick out to you, and note any thoughts you might have about them. This is an active reading technique that is highly effective when analyzing a piece of writing. You will learn more about active reading in Module 2.

In the 1-4 reading, you were introduced to literal reading, where you take a piece at face value without breaking down its components to study it further. In this assignment, you'll do a literal reading of the article you selected in 1-5. The goal here is to get to know the selected reading. This will be the first step of the critical analysis essay project you will complete this term.

Click on the title of your selected article to read, download, and print a copy of the text. These readings are provided by the Shapiro Library.

"Mother Tongue" by Amy Tan (2006)

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References

Tan, A. (2006). Mother Tongue. Read, 56(4), 20.

"Me Talk Pretty One Day" by David Sedaris (1999)

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(American Psychological Assoc.)

References

Sedaris, D. (1999). Me Talk Pretty One Day. Esquire, 131(3), 86.

ME TALK PRETTY ONE DAY

Welcome to French class, where you must learn to juggle irregular verbs, flying chalk, and the constant threat of bodily harm

AT THE AGE OF FORTY-ONE, I am returning to school and having to think of myself as. what my French textbook calls "a true debutant." After paying my tuition, I was issued a student ID, which allows me a discounted entry fee at movie theaters, puppet shows, and Festyland, a far-flung amusement park that advertises with billboards picturing a cartoon stegosaurus sitting in a canoe and eating what appears to be a ham sandwich.

I've moved to Paris in order to learn the language. My school is the Alliance Francaise, and on the first day of class, I arrived early, watching as the returning students greeted one another in the school lobby. Vacations were recounted, and questions were raised concerning mutual friends with names like Kang and Vlatnya. Regardless of their nationalities, everyone spoke what sounded to me like excellent French. Some accents were better than others, but the students exhibited an ease and confidence I found intimidating. As an added discomfort, they were all young, attractive, and well dressed, causing me to feel not unlike Pa Kettle trapped backstage after a fashion show.

I remind myself that I am now a full-grown man. No one will ever again card me for a drink or demand that I weave a floor mat out of newspapers. At my age, a reasonable person should have completed his sentence in the prison of the nervous and the insecure--isn't that the great promise of adulthood? I can't help but think that, somewhere along the way, I made a wrong turn. My fears have not vanished. Rather, they have seasoned and multiplied with age. I am now twice as frightened as I was when, at the age of twenty, I allowed a failed nursing student to inject me with a horse tranquilizer, and eight times more anxious than I was the day my kindergarten teacher pried my fingers off my mother's ankle and led me screaming toward my desk. "You'll get used to it," the woman had said.