Susan Sontag, AB'51, wrote that "Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech." Write about an issue or a situation in
which you remained silent, and explain how silence may speak in ways that you did or did not intend. e Aesthetics of Silence, 1967.
My eyes were closed but i could smell of disinfectant in the air, the quiet sound of constantly moving feet. I was not sure were i was. I gradually opened my eyes and realized i was at the hospital and saw my mum asleep. I didn't know how i got here , but i knew i was responsible.
Ever since i was i child, i have had difficulty breathing. My parents couldn't afford or take the chance for me to undergo a risky operation. However, there were preventive measures i could take if i was every vigilant about the symptoms.
Over the years, i have always been told my parents about my symptoms, but every time i tell them about the first sign, i notice sher anguish and terror. I felt sad everytime i put them through the sam thing again and again, so i decided to take care of my self and show my independece.
When i noticed symptoms again in school, i kept it to my self. My professor asked if everything was okay, but feeling dizzing and tire, i said nothing, hoping to get home and take care of myself.
It happened ! All i could remember was the sweat all over my body, the salty taste in my mouth and somehow listening to my mum saying why, why, why.
Now fully awake, seeing my mother in tears. She was scared and at the same time angry with me." why did you keep silent or am i doing a bad job at this ?", my mother siad.
I was surprised andin tears that my intention was misread . My keeping silence was to relieve the the pressure she had but i somehow increased it exponentially.
My intention was to learn to be independent, but i also learnt what silence was.If there was one thing i took away from this, it is that silence is not only a form of speech, but it is has an attidude of its own; it is like a sign that can be misinterpreted or translated for us. It is better we let our voices heard. For me, i didn't know the words to express my desires without hurting my parents because words are like broken eggs that can't be taken back once said.However, silence is not a good alternative.
/ thanks. BE VERY MEAN PLS
which you remained silent, and explain how silence may speak in ways that you did or did not intend. e Aesthetics of Silence, 1967.
My eyes were closed but i could smell of disinfectant in the air, the quiet sound of constantly moving feet. I was not sure were i was. I gradually opened my eyes and realized i was at the hospital and saw my mum asleep. I didn't know how i got here , but i knew i was responsible.
Ever since i was i child, i have had difficulty breathing. My parents couldn't afford or take the chance for me to undergo a risky operation. However, there were preventive measures i could take if i was every vigilant about the symptoms.
Over the years, i have always been told my parents about my symptoms, but every time i tell them about the first sign, i notice sher anguish and terror. I felt sad everytime i put them through the sam thing again and again, so i decided to take care of my self and show my independece.
When i noticed symptoms again in school, i kept it to my self. My professor asked if everything was okay, but feeling dizzing and tire, i said nothing, hoping to get home and take care of myself.
It happened ! All i could remember was the sweat all over my body, the salty taste in my mouth and somehow listening to my mum saying why, why, why.
Now fully awake, seeing my mother in tears. She was scared and at the same time angry with me." why did you keep silent or am i doing a bad job at this ?", my mother siad.
I was surprised andin tears that my intention was misread . My keeping silence was to relieve the the pressure she had but i somehow increased it exponentially.
My intention was to learn to be independent, but i also learnt what silence was.If there was one thing i took away from this, it is that silence is not only a form of speech, but it is has an attidude of its own; it is like a sign that can be misinterpreted or translated for us. It is better we let our voices heard. For me, i didn't know the words to express my desires without hurting my parents because words are like broken eggs that can't be taken back once said.However, silence is not a good alternative.
/ thanks. BE VERY MEAN PLS