(11)ġ8 …no matter how hauntingly familiar the figures are, they continue to remain anonymous strangers …(23)ġ9 My writing gave me some sense of sanity amidst the increasingly difficult challenges I was facing to keep up in my other school classes. (11)ġ7 The paper is blank on the side that faces me, a perfect rectangle of white. (4)ġ3 Steve sneaks a peak at the clock, and I see his pencil quicken.(13)ġ4 I am conscious of heads bowed in focused concentration, of whispers of lead on the paper’s surfaces, of how quickly Andy’s pencil moves, of how quickly all their pencils move.(13)ġ5 Like runners taking their marks at a race, everyone sits, bows his or her head down, eyes falling to the white backs of their papers, waiting for the sound that will give them permission to start.(12)ġ6 …my copy leaves her fingers and floats to its resting place on the empty fake-wood top of my desk. (15)ġ1 An unwelcome thought unfurls like a blanket shaken open over grassġ2 ….nobody would have been able to predict that my life would fall apart during my thirteenth winter. (103)Ĩ “ I fight to compute the numbers but my brain feels as if it is searching through an empty filing cabinet.”ĩ The sink faucet hisses as the water rushes from it.ġ0 She would sit beside me on the piano bench and ask me to perform the pieces I had practiced during the week. (125)ħ Special education has saved my life. (66)Ħ I had parents who cared, who were involved, who fought for me. (66)Ĥ She is eating carrots out of a Tupperware container, rolling them between her fingers with the polished nails, the snapping down on them with her white teeth. How can I explain it to another thirteen year old girl? How can I explain it to someone who sees the world so simply? How can I explain it to her when I don’t even understand it myself? (67)ģ …my life had become a movie and I was watching it fall apart. 1 My Thirteenth Winter Figurative language and literary devicesĢ How can I explain it to another thirteen year old girl
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