Magdalena How's Student Blog ENGL 372 99C

Assignment 2:6, Q1 | Listen with Your Eyes

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There are so many ways to read a story. This week, I was able to read Harry Robinson’s story “Coyote Makes a Deal with the King of England” four different ways: first, silently to myself; second, aloud to myself; third, listening as it was read to me; and fourth, reading it aloud to someone else. The first time I read this story (silently and to myself), I found myself rather confused. The unfamiliar syntax was tricky to parse, the shape of the story tough to follow. I naturally started to…read more

Assignment 2:4, Question 2 | It Takes Time

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What is it that makes it so difficult for us to fully understand first contact stories? In this week’s lesson, Erika offers two reasons why we find this so challenging. First, she posits that “the social process of the telling is disconnected from the story and this creates obvious problems for ascribing meaningfulness” (Paterson).  This makes a great deal of sense. The way in which a story is told has a profound impact on how it is understood; even if the words remain the same, intonation and intention can completely…read more

Assignment 2:3 | Reflections on Our Shared “Home”

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Reading through everyone’s blogs on the subject of home, it is immediately apparent how complex the idea of “home” can be! There was not a single post that seemed to say “this is exactly what home is and always has been for me, full stop.” Instead, there exists for everyone a combination of factors, both physical and intangible, that combine to form “home.” As I read, I attempted to distill the values represented by the various stories, keeping a list as I went along. Once I was finished reading (which…read more

Assignment 2:2 | When… I was home.

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When I was three years old and living in Toronto, my parents sat me down and told me that soon I would be a big sister. One of my earliest memories is of rolling out a long banner and painting, with a great deal of help from my friend’s mother, the words “Welcome Home.” The banner took place of pride on my porch when my brother was first transported from the hospital to our house. I remember sitting in my Grandma’s arms, craning my neck to see my new baby…read more

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