hi im scared. i think that theyres a monster in my closet. it keeps popping out and eating all my fruit snaks. im only 6 and cant be dealling wif thies stuf. please heelp me. what should i do. i m seruious. dont make fuun of me please.

a are you ok? im 12 and im still scared of closed, bathroom, and under my bed monsters. i like to tell myself when i'm scared is monsters don't exist, god is watching over me through out the night. every kid has their fears.  i think you should put a light in your closet and before bed every night look in the places you are scared to and see there are no monsters there. i always sleep with my closet door closed maybe that will help.

hope you can overcome your fears :)

the answer is "i traveled to mexico to learn about my family's history."

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answer: compare a myth legend, or classic work of literature of you choice to a modern work that reinterprets it.focus on the similarities in theme between the newer work and the original, and provide examples that illustrate these themes from both works. the modern work may be any novel, movie, play, short story, or other storytelling medium with which you’re familiars long as it is clearly inspired by a myth, legend, or classic work of literature.

short-response prompt  

read the following excerpt from “fish cheeks” by amy tannin which tan recounts a christmas eve dinner.  

i fell in love with the minister’s son the winter i turned fourteen. he was not chinese, but as white as mary in the manger. for christmas i prayed for this blond-haired boy, robert, and a slim new american nose.  

on christmas eve i saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. she was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. the kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: a slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. a howl soaking dried fungus back to life. a plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.  

after everyone had gone, my mother said to me. “you want to be the same as american girls on the outside.” she handed me an early gift. it was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “but in side you must always be chinese. you must be proud you are different. your only shame is to have shame.”