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PERSEPOLIS: FROM MY POINT OF VIEW The book, Persepolis,is an extremely interesting book, clearly depicting Iran during 1970's to the 1980's. The book basically talks about the wars in Iran, The troubles that many go through, and the resilience of one family to persevere through all of what was going around, even during the worst of times.The book starts off by explaining, briefly, the start of the Islamic Revolution in 1979, and the effects that included separation of boys and girls in school and girls being forced to wear the rather illusive veil ( not cool if you ask me )! In the middle of all this, is a little girl, barely ten years old, of whom the book is all about. Her name is Marjane Satrapi. In my opinion, she is a rather undecided and rebellious girl even as she grows up throughout the book. Throughout Persepolis, which is somehow a view of the Iranian Revolution and other wars that took place after of little Marjane, Satrapi witnesses and experiences quite a lot p...

A BRIEF INTRODUCTION OF MYSELF AND ENGLISH My name is Clarence King'ethu.Since my early years as a small and naive child till now as an ordinary everyday teenager, I have been and still am an English student. since the introduction of the subject to my life when I barely knew how to read and write, I have thoroughly and diligently studied English. My interest in the subject and all that it offers has immensely grown over the years. The subject has practically opened my mind and introduced me to very many possibilities. Everything, from the history of the English language to even the writers of great and moving books, each of those fascinates me as a person. ( First page of the very first English poem, BEOWULF ) My interest in words and stories, all in English, is great. I am a firm believer that one needs to be exposed to as much English work in order to grow in the language. As expected, I love to read books written by great English authors and writers. Some of them inc...

THE MOUNT KENYA TRIP DAY 1: The annoying ringing of my alarm woke me up at 5 am. I woke up with mixed emotions; I was excited, scared, nervous. I hurriedly prepared myself, checking that everything was in order before I left home for what was to be an experience of a lifetime. I bid my mom goodbye and we left home as soon as possible. The weather was cold and rainy; definitely not a good start of a trip. I think I was among the first to arrive at school and as my father drove off I made my way to the high school office. It did not take long for people to start trickling in and by exactly 6:20 am the buses were fully loaded with excited students all ready to tackle Mount Kenya. It was an extremely long drive from school and despite our efforts to keep ourselves active, it was no use. After five hours, we pulled up right in front of the entrance to the mountain trail. ''We are here!'' We got out and I took a huge gulp of fresh air and just had a quick...