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Literacy Narrative
Essay Topic 1
In this section, we discuss the elements or topics that have influenced our love or dislike of literature. Understanding from the points of view in our opinions and the types of things that have shaped us to think the way we do could be found here. Here we focus on our topic and share what we experienced with our audience. Enjoy <3
Amanda Silveyra
Scary Stories to tell at Night
Scary Stories to tell in the Dark has several thrilling stories for kids. The story the “The Big Toe” influenced the thrill that I seek in novels today. From the jump scares to the creepy images, these childhood stories told by Alvin Schwartz shaped who I am today, The story is about a toe that is brought home by a little boy, then eaten by his family. The toe is later hunted by its owner, and he seeks revenge and those who have stolen his toe. Although the toe is a silly part of the body, it is talked about in a very horrifying manner. The climax towards when the boy is awaken by the vengeful giant, still sends chills through my skin. There is a movie that has been created based on these wild stories, check it out!
The Story
A boy was digging at the edge of the garden when he saw a big toe. He tried to pick it up, but it was stuck to something. So he gave it a good hard jerk, and it came off in his hand. Then he heard something groan and scamper away.
The boy took the toe into the kitchen and showed it to his mother. “It looks nice and plump,” she said. “I’ll put it in the soup, and we’ll have it for supper.” That night his father carved the toe into three pieces, and they each had a piece. Then they did the dishes, and when it got dark they went to bed.
The boy feel asleep almost at once. But in the middle of the night, a sound awakened him. It was something out in the street. It was a voice, and it was calling to him. “Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?” it groaned. When the boy heard that, he got very scared. But he thought, “It doesn’t know where I am. It never will find me.” Then he heard the voice once more. Only now it was closer. “Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?” it groaned. The boy pulled the blankets over his head and closed his eyes. “I’ll go to sleep,” he thought. “When I wake up it will be gone.”
But soon he heard the back door open, and again he heard the voice. “Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?” it groaned. Then the boy heard footsteps move through the kitchen into the dining room, into the living room, into the front hall. Then slowly they climbed the stairs. Closer and closer they came. Soon they were in the upstairs hall. Now they were outside his door. “Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?” the voice groaned. His door opened. Shaking with fear, he listened as the footsteps slowly moved through the dark toward his bed. Then they stopped. “Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?” the voice groaned.
“YOU’VE GOT IT! “
Alternate ending
The boy sees the creature climb down his chimney. He asks what his big eyes are for and the creature answers "So I can see through you!" Then he asks what his big mouth is for and the creature answers "To swallow you!". Then he asks what his sharp teeth are for and the creature answers "To chomp your bones!"
https://scary-stories.fandom.com/wiki/The_Big_Toe
Andy Rodriguez
The Wonderfull librarian
Growing up I did not have a great relationship
with reading. This all changed when I meat my
wonderful librarian Mrs. Ortega. I developed a strong relationship with this teacher and she became a mentor to me. She convinced me to give one book a try, and after finishing the work, I fell in love. I was insatiable for more reading, and she helped me fill that empty void which I always lacked in. My love for reading grew and I learned the importance of reading and basically how an education can affect my life in the future.
Mia Cruz
Class Anecdote: The Hilarious Essay
In my literacy narrative, I spoke about the negative impact that my elementary teacher, who humiliated me in front of class, had on me. The teacher made fun of my essay in front of my classmates being fully aware that English was not my first language. Although being humiliated was traumatizing, I turned this traumatizing experience into a motivation to improve my writing and reading skills,as well as, avoid being humiliated, once again, by an English teacher. I also gained a passion for books, all those attempts of trying to learn English through a book resulted in me forming a deep connection with books. Overall I overcame the humiliation of not knowing how to write in English and discovered a great passion for literacy that I never knew I had.
Gael Lopez
How She Saw Me Then
Before my aunt passed, she imparted onto me an appreciation for literature in a largely unconventional manner. About a month or so prior to her death she stumbled upon a novel that, to our knowledge, had no audible version for her to listen to, as she was blind and unable to see any lettering in books. My ingenious plan came to fruition when I barged into her room with the novel in hand and prepared to read to her the story myself.
As I recited the glyphs on the paper with the utmost care, I largely avoided looking at my aunt. Only until I finished the first chapter did I fully analyze the apparition before me. She was at peace, in a world unlike our own but not too dissimilar, wholly for herself. That look, that simple gesture of being, changed me. And though I did not finish reading that book to her, and now never will, I strive to find and inspire that same sense of tranquility whenever I read or write to others.
