-做一些研究。读报纸中的“评论”或“意见”部分，这些部分往往个人色彩比较浓厚——或者阅读杂志,或者看辩论节目之类的例如“The Big Question“。
“The dark patterned armchair in the corner
of the living room is always there. It holds her and her worries. It holds the
pain that is still blatantly apparent. It holds my mum and as I gaze into her
frail weak eyes- I still feel the torture she endures on a daily basis. Her
eyes dart back and forth yet I know she hides her pain. She's crumbling inside
and will not be healed- just like the tatty hole in the arm chair in which she
picks and picks until no more foam can be found. She picks and picks at her
brain- blaming herself "Why us?”, “Why my baby?" circulating her
thoughts at every turn. There are no answers and although I thought things will
never be the same again... I now know that they never will.
“I have always wanted to be an actress. It
is my main ambition. I have always wanted to be an actress”…
“Acting: it has been my sole ambition ever
since the day I met David Tennant on a plane coming back from holiday. We sat
for hours chatting and planning my next step in my soon to be startling career…
Well no, not really, but this is what acting is all about - pretending to be
someone else for day, an hour, a while.
-尽量不要使用这类形容词：比如‘happy’ or ‘sad’ or ‘nice’ or ‘good’ or ‘OK’,,它们并不能够真的向读者反应出你对某事真正的感受,更不能反映出你的写作风格。
-尽量不要使用已经过度使用的动词,如‘said’ or ‘went’ or ‘walked’ or ‘laughed’ or ‘cried’.。
"We all know about racism; we even
know about ageism; but do we really know about the daily jibes and abuse that
is aimed at some people due to the colour of their hair appearing: odd, weird,
strange, horrible, freaky... RED?"
"Looking into the mirror I could see
it. My long flowing hair causing me hours and hours of misery. Closing my eyes…
I prayed it would disappear or even fade. No amount of make up, hairstyles or
different clothes masked my feelings of hate for the hair I had been
genetically inflicted with."
‘Hey Ginger, can I get a heat’ is a phrase
commonly repeated to people inflicted with red hair.
an early age the comments made to me about the colour of my hair has irritated
me to my inner core. On my first day at Secondary School it was a scorching
summer's days. I felt so hot and nervous that beads of sweat formed on my
forehead as I stood waiting in the playground. My heart was pounding and a
strong feeling of trepidation strongly lingered as I wondered what my new
teachers would be like. However, when I entered the school, that's when
everything changed. I could hear them. I could hear the hyena like laughs. I
could hear the comments of ‘check the state of her hair. That's horrible’. At
this, I felt like I had been ripped apart. I was in pain and just wanted to
escape and not return. Tears began to obscure my vision as I desperately tried
to escape and hide. I frantically rushed to the toilet and dreaded the rest of
the day. Why did they have to say this to me? Why would they say such a thing?
I just couldn't understand. I have never been able to erase this feeling from
long time has now passed since these initial comments; unfortunately they
continued on a regular basis. I would regularly beg and plead with my mother to
dye my hair so that I could feel more ‘normal’. The hair styling aisle at the
local supermarket would call to me as soon as it entered and mocked me as I
left-minus any hair dye. Even my Uncle-at the birth of his daughter, said ‘Phew...
for a minute I thought she had red hair, thank God it's not’. It is these types
of remarks that really infuriate me. People may only utter these words for a
few seconds, but these words resonate within your mind for years to come and
eat away at you like a vicious case of woodworm; eventually leading you to feel
unworthy of functioning in the real world.
that I have grown older, I still have red hair but I no longer feel so
distressed about it. Looking back, I now understand that these people (or
bullies) found something that-in their opinion - was my flaw."
pounced upon me like a piece of prey and succeeded in crushing my confidence.
More importantly though, I recently faced a huge turning point. Last year a
close friend of my family was diagnosed with cancer. I remember meeting her at
the local supermarket and she had lost all of her hair; yet was still smiling.
The pain and suffering that this gentle woman was experiencing was excruciating
and much more extreme than any feelings that I had ever endured. She later
died. She had passed away.
death was so unfair. When I received the news... I was dazed and confused; this
is what it really felt like to be ripped apart. My ludicrous, shallow worries
about my hair colour were dramatically put into perspective and really made me
re-evaluate what was important in life. For too long I have wasted time
thinking about hair colour and appearance. I have now learned that it's OK to
be different. I know that I was not the first person with red hair to be picked
on, and I will not be the last."
I am truthful, I actually don't want to blend into the background-I just want
to be me. The society we live within in is looks obsessed but it doesn't mean
that I have to be. I now like the fact that my hair is: odd, weird, freaky and
dare I say... GINGER! Looking into the mirror, I now know that I am so worth
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