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Question 1
(Do not spend more than 30 minutes on this question.)
Write a composition (300 - 350 words) on any one of the following:
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(a) Write an original story which illustrates the truth in the statement, "The apple does
not fall far from the tree.”
(b) You have to represent your school in an Inter-School Singing Competition. Describe
your excitement on being selected in the group, the competition and your feelings
on having won laurels for your school.
(c) You went to watch a 3d movie for the first time. Narrate your experience. How did
you feel once you came out of the theatre?
(d) express your views either for or against the statement :"competition leads to progress
.
(e) Study the picture given below. Write a short story or a description or an account a
what it suggests to you. Your composition may be about the subject of the pictur
or you may take suggestions from it; however, there must be a clear connectio
between the picture and your composition.
Answers
Explanation:
As the idiom says, “the apple didn’t fall from the tree” my identity is a direct creation of my family. Family has outlined my identity since the day I was born eighteen years ago. They have taught me their traditional beliefs and values, the same views that their parents taught them, whose parents taught them. When I hear, “the apple didn’t fall from the tree” I immediately think of myself and how I am a direct replica of my family because of traditions passed down from generation to generation. That is why the central point of my collage is a tree with pictures of my family members as apples, and a picture of me as the apple on the ground.
Thinking of my identity, I always recall a particular song by Jessica Andrews called, “Who I Am.” They lyrics define my identity through saying, “I am Rosemary’s granddaughter. The spitting image of my father. And when the day is done my momma’s still my biggest fan…It’s all a part of me. And that’s who I am.” Simply stating, my identity is formed by my family.
As much as I would like to say I created my own identity, the truth is that my family formed it. From the very beginning, they instilled the values, opinions, and beliefs that they wanted me to have in my life. My parents always told me that family was the most important, that friends would come and go but family would always be there. I was taught to respect all of my elders by replying with yes ma’am and no ma’am. I remember being little and my dad reprimanding me for replying to older adults by saying, “yes.” He would say, “Yes what, English?” He would keep repeating that until I got the hint to answer correctly. Talking back was another big no-no to my family, especially in the eyes of my great-grandparents. They were still in a ...
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From the picture of my church on my collage to my name typed in bold letters, I feel that these cultural markers form an image that other people view as family oriented. That sort of image is not something that I can take off or put back on. My identity formed by my family will always be the biggest part of who I am. No matter how much I want to change, my identity is my family.
Furthermore, it is the family traditions and family ties that have been passed down through the years, generation to generation, that outline the person I am today. I am the image of generations of my family’s views and qualities. I am the apple that fell from the tree and I will always be the apple that fell from the tree. My identity is a structure built deep. In essence, my identity was formed on a tree with strong roots, so deep that I will forever be a part of that tree.