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 Discussion 1

In this assignment you’ll do a literalreading of the article you selected in

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. This first milestone is very low stakes. The goal here is to get your feet wet with the selected reading and react to it in a very straightforward, surface-level manner. This will be the first step of the critical analysis essay project you will complete this term. It gives you the opportunity to build a foundational interpretation of the article, which will allow you to expand on the analysis component in Module 3 this term.

As you read through the material, you’ll take notes to help capture your reactions to the piece. Since you’ll use these notes as a launching point to approach the reading in a deeper, more engaging manner in Module 3 (Writing Plan Draft), it’s important to be as detailed as possible. Highlight specific lines, passages, or words that stick out to you, and explain how they have an impact on your interpretation of the piece. It is recommended that you print off your article so that you can take physical notes with a pen or pencil within the margins of the text—this is an active reading technique that is highly effective when analyzing a work (you will learn more about active reading in Module 2).

“Mother Tongue” by Amy Tan (2006)

Constructing Your Writing Notes

Now that you have read your piece and taken some preliminary notes, answer the following questions. Your responses to these questions will be combined into one document that will become the basis for your Writing Notes.

As you work on the Writing Notes, remember to refer to the assignment guidelines and rubric attach below.

Write at least three sentences in response to each question. 

1. An author’s purpose or goal is his or her reason for writing a work. Based on a literal reading of your selected article, what do you believe is the author’s purpose? How did you arrive at that decision?

2. Key points* are pieces of evidence that support the author’s purpose. In your selected article, what are three possible key points that support the author’s purpose that you identified in Question 2? How do those key points support it?

3. An author’s audience* is the people who are being addressed in the reading. Who do you believe is the audience in your selected article? What potential challenges does the author face when addressing his/her purpose with this demographic? 

Discussion 2

 read over your peers’ posts and respond to two of them with at least one fully developed paragraph (5-8 sentences in length) for each response. What is your reaction to the way they made sense of something in their life? Would you have done the same thing, or would you have approached it differently? Why or why not? Remember, your approach can be completely different from your peer’s approach, as you can bring your own unique perspectives and life experiences to the situation. 

Peer 1 post Anthony

 

This time last year i was looking into purchasing a house. I loved the apartment that i already lived in. I just couldn’t afford to continue to pay rent and not have anything to show for it at the end of the year. I felt that with the purchase of a house it would be a great investment for me. After deciding on the purchase i had to find out how i was going to save the money for my down payment. This was not going to be an easy Task but i had my mind set, and no matter what i was going to make this happen.

    To analyse all of my bills i sat down one Sunday and laid all of my expenditures out on the kitchen table. You never realize the small things that you purchase everyday that add up to large sums of money, until you look at it in this type of manner. After wading through all these numbers for hours. i had found the items i could live with out each month. For the next year i had my satellite and internet turned off, i stopped going out to eat and only ate ate home, and i got with a coworker and we rode to work together and split gas. The first month was the hardest for sure, but after that it all became second nature. On January 21, 2018 i was able to purchase my first house it was not easy but so fulfilling to know i did this in just one year.

Peer 2 post James

 

The hardest decision I have ever had to make was deciding on whether or not I should continue my education. I work full-time right now and live pay check to pay check. Deciding to go back to school raises a lot of questions? Will I be able to accomplish this task because I already work 8 hours? Will I be able to commit enough time to this? Will I succeed in my endeavor or will it be to much for me to do right now? I am the only one working in my household, so is this the best option right now for me?

I took a piece of paper and wrote down all the pros and cons to starting college right now. First I work full-time, so I knew the online college was for me. I have made a conscious decision to devote a certain time to my studies. I have decided to follow my dreams and do this for myself, my daughter and my fiancé. I want to provide a good home and life for my family. I want to do this for me and my family.

ESSAY

Mother Tongue
Don’t judge a book by its cover
or someone’s intelligence by her English.
By Amy Tan • Art by Gabe Leonard

I am not a scholar of English or literature. I cannot
give you much more than personal opinions on the
English language and its variations in this country
or others.

I am a writer. And by that definition, I am
someone who has always loved language. I am
fascinated by language in daily life.

I spend a great deal of my time thinking
about the power of language—the way it can
evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex
idea, or a simple truth. Language is the tool of
my trade. And 1 use them all—all the Englishes
1 grew up with.

Recently, I was made keenly aware of the
different Englishes I do use. I was giving a talk to a
large group of people, the same talk I had already
given to half a dozen other groups. The talk was
about my writing, my life, and my book The Joy
Luck Club, and it was going along well enough,
until I remembered one major difference that
made the whole talk sound wrong. My mother was
in the room. And it was perhaps the first time she
had heard me give a lengthy speech, using the kind
of English I have never used vn\h her. I was saying
things like “the intersection of memory and imagi-

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nation” and “There is an aspect of my Fiction that
relates to thus-and-thus”—a speech filled with
carefully wrought grammatical phrases, burdened,
it suddenly seemed to me, with nominalized forms,
past perfect tenses, conditional phrases, forms of
standard English that I had learned in school and
through books, the forms of English I did not use
at home with my mother.

Just last week, as 1 was walking dovm the street
with her, I again found myself conscious of the
English I was using, the English 1 do use with her
We were talking about the price of new and used
furniture, and I heard myself saying this: “Not waste
money that way.” My husband was with us as well,
and he didn’t notice any switch in my English. And
then I realized why. It’s because over the twenty
years we’ve been together I’ve often used the same
kind of English with him, and sometimes he even
uses it with me. It has become our language of inti-
macy, a different sort of English that relates to
family talk, the language I grew up with.

vccah
KEENLY: sharply
WROUGHT: put together, created

LANGUAGE
BARRIERS
You should know that my mother’s
expressive command of English belies
how much she actually understands.
She reads the Forbes report, listens to
Wall Street Week, converses daily with
her stockbroker, reads Shirley
MacLaine’s books with ease—all
kinds of things I can’t begin to under-
stand. Yet some of my friends tell me
they understand fifty percent of what
my mother says. Some say they
understand eighty to ninety percent.
Some say they understand none of it,
as if she were speaking pure Chinese,
But to me, my mother’s English is
perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It’s
my mother tongue. Her language, as
I hear it, is vivid, direct, full of obser-
vation and imagery. That was the
language that helped shape the way
I saw things, expressed things, made
sense of the world.

Lately I’ve been giving more
thought to the kind of English my
mother speaks. Like others, I have
described it to people as “broken” or
“fractured” English. But I wince when
I say that. It has always bothered me
that I can think of no way to describe
it other than “broken,” as if it were
damaged and needed to be fixed, as
if it lacked a certain wholeness and
soundness. I’ve heard other terms
used, “limited English,” for example.
But they seem just as bad, as if
everything is limited, including
people’s perceptions of the limited-
English speaker.

I know this for a fact, because when
I was growing up, my mother’s
“limited” English limited my percep-
tion of her. 1 was ashamed of her
English. I believed that her English
reflected the quality of what she had
to say. That is, because she expressed
them imperfectly, her thoughts were

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imperfect. And I had plenty of empirical evidence
to support me: the fact that people in department
stores, at banks, and in restaurants did not take her
seriously, did not give her good service, pretended
not to understand her, or even acted as if they did
not hear her.

My mother has long realized the limitations of
her English as well. When I was a teenager, she
used to have me call people on the phone and
pretend I was she. In this guise, I was forced to ask
for information or even to complain and yell at
people who had been rude to her. One time it was
a call to her stockbroker in New York. She had
cashed out her small portfolio, and it just so
happened we were going to New York the next
week, our first trip outside California. I had to get
on the phone and say in an adolescent voice that
was not very convincing, “This is Mrs. Tan.”

My mother was standing in the back whispering
loudly, “Why he don’t send me check, already two
weeks late. So mad he lie to me, losing me money.”

And then I said in perfect English on the phone,
“Yes, I’m getting rather concerned. You had
agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it
hasn’t arrived.”

Then she began to talk more loudly. “What he
want. I come to New York tell him fiont of his boss,
you cheating me?” And I was trying to calm her
down, make her be quiet, while telling the stock-
broker. “I can’t tolerate any more excuses. If I don’t
receive the check immediately, I am going to have
to speak to your manager when I’m in New York
next week.” And sure enough, the following week.

Amy Tan walking with her mother.

there we were in front of this astonished stock-
broker, and I was sitting there red-faced and quiet,
and my mother, the real Mrs. Tan, was shouting at
his boss in her impeccable broken English.

BLENDINB DLD AND NEW

Lately I’ve been asked, as a writer, why there are
not more Asian-Americans represented in Amer-
ican literature. Why are there few Asian-Americans
enrolled in creative writing programs? Why do so
many Chinese students go into engineering? Well,
these are broad sociological questions 1 can’t begin
to answer. But I have noticed in surveys—in fact,
just last week—that Asian-American students, as a
whole, do significantly better on math achievement
tests than on English tests. And this makes me
think that there are other Asian-American students
whose English spoken in the home might also be
described as “broken” or “limited.” And perhaps

I began to write stories
using all the Englishes
I grew up with.
they also have teachers who are steering them
away from writing and into math and science,
which is what happened to me.

Fortunately, I happen to be rebellious and enjoy
the challenge of disproving assumptions made
about me. 1 became an English major my first year
in college, after being enrolled as pre-med. I
started writing nonfiction as a freelancer the week
after I was told by my boss at the time that writing
was my worst skill and I should hone my talents
tovrard account management.

But it wasn’t until 1985 that I began to vmte
fiction. At first I wrote what I thought to be wittily
crafted sentences, sentences that would finally
prove I had mastery over the English language.
Here’s an example from the first draft of a story
that later made its way into The Joy Luck Club, but

without this line: “That was my mental quandary
in its nascent state.” A terrible line, which I can
barely pronounce.

Fortunately, for reasons I won’t get into here,
I later decided I should envision a reader for the
stories I would write. And the reader I decided on
was my mother, because these were stories about
mothers. So with this reader in mind—and in fact
she did read my early drafts—I began to write
stories using all the Englishes 1 grew up with: the
English I spoke to my mother, which for lack of
a better term might be described as “simple”; the
English she used with me, which for lack of a
better term might be described as “broken”; my
translation of her Chinese, which could certainly
be described as “watered down”; and what I imag-
ined to be her translation of her Chinese if she
could speak in perfect English, her intemal
language, and for that 1 sought to preserve the
essence, but neither an English nor a Chinese
structure. I wanted to capture what language
ability tests could never reveal: her intent, her
passion, her imagery, the rhythms of her speech
and the nature of her thoughts.

Apart from what any critic had to say about my
writing. I knew I had succeeded where it counted
when my mother finished reading my book and
gave me her verdict: “So easy to read” •

From The Opposite of Fate, by Amy Tan. Copyright ©
2 0 0 3 by Amy Tan. Used by permission.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I vccah
EMPIRICAL; based on observation

QUANDARY: a state of perplexity or doubt

Amy Tan was born in Oakland,

Calif., in 1952. Her parents moved

to the United States from China a

few years before her arrival. Tan

has observed the culture clash

between the two countries of her

heritage for most of her life, and her writing often

reflects it.

Tan’s first novel. The Joy Luck Club, explores

relationships between Chinese mothers and their

American daughters. In “Mother Tongue,” she

relates her patient and complex love for her mother.

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