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English Essay - Lord of the Flies

What you should know...
For this essay we had identify challenges faced by adolescents growing up and how they were portrayed in the book. We had forty-five minutes to complete it and were allowed a one sided, A4 sheet of notes. My mark? 90/100



There is an assortment of challenges to be tackled when growing up. Social order, mental and emotion survival, violence and fear, to name a few. These challenges have been vividly displayed through an assortment of language devices and techniques by William Golding in his 1954 novel, Lord of the Flies.

Social order is a challenge young people may come across as they group. The composer uses characterization to show this. '"I ought to be chief," said Jack with simple arrogance. "because I'm chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing a C sharp."' Jack uses his old school status and talents to gain a high social status upon the island. He comes across as pigheaded and self centered. The responder immediately dislikes him and thinks he is a very vain boy. Social order is a challenge as all children wish to be accepted by their peers.

Another challenge that children may deal with when growing up is mental and emotional survival. Golding conveys this through the alliteration of the 'C'. 'There was another time of comparative coolness but menaced by the coming of night.' This short period of calm is the only chance the boys have to relax completely as they are frightened by the approaching night and the darkness and fears it brings. 'Comparative coolness' refers to the boys' childish fears and nightmares. After reading this the responder feels empathy towards the boys, as they are only children. Mental and emotional survival is a challenge for children as they can have trouble dealing with or sharing their problems.

A third challenge young people could face when growing up is violence. In Lord of the Flies it is shown through the symbolism of Piggy's broken glasses and foreshadowing of his later death. 'Jack smacked Piggy's head. Piggy's glasses flew off and tinkled on the rocks. Piggy cried out in terror. | "My specs!"' The broken spectacles symbolise the later broken and battered Piggy. They also foreshadow his death, even this early in the novel. After this violent outburst the responder's current dislike for Jack is increased. They also begin to fear Jack, as they wonder how far he'll go for dominance. Violence is a challenge for Piggy in this case becaus ehe doesn't have the self confiedence to fight back and this is true for many others.

Fear is a major challenge young people face when growing up. It is displayed in the personification of the sow's head. '"Fancy thinking the beast was something you could hunt and kill! [sic] You knew didn't you? I'm part of you?"' The Lord of the Flies represents everything the boys fear and the evil savagery in each of them. This fear, amongst others, causes Simon to hallucinate that the pig's head speaks, hence the personification. This speech leaves the responder questioning this fear and savagery. the responder is also frightened as they realize this fear is inside everyone. Fear is a challenge for young people as they grow up and begin to question themselves and the world around them.

There is an assortment of challenges to be tackled when growing up. Social order and the need for acceptance. Mental and emotional survival and the ability to deal with one's problems. Violence and the bravery to stand up to it. Fear and the corage to over come it. These are just a few of the challenges youths face when growing up.

Favourite Moment

This is my favourite moment in the Anne of Green Gables series, or one of them.

"Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?" he asking, meaningly.

Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy -- happiness -- sorrow -- fear -- every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She tried to speak; at first her voice would not come. Then --

"Yeth," said Rilla.

From Rilla of Ingleside.
By one of the best female authors ever.

TOMORROW: The final of Photoframes and another short story...

So you've never heard of the glad game?

Have you ever read Pollyanna?
No? I recommend you do so.

So you've never heard of the glad game?
No? I recommend you listen.

Do you live in comfort, in some shape or form? Are you lucky? Do people love you?
Whether you live in a half a million dollar mansion, or a beahc shack, or even the street. Chances are someone loves you, and you are lucky and loved in some way.
I can not speak for the world, but for Australia. We are so lucky as Australians Too much I see ungrateful people and others who come to our land from places where half their families were slaughtered. People think only of what they want, not what they have. Some have nothing.
This is why we all must play, in some form, the glad game. Just to be glad, to be grateful.

So you've never heard of the glad game?
No? I recommend you listen.

The Lanten

Two people met beneath a paper lantern. A man and a woman, they have not met before.

The lantern signals guidance, beauty, beginning and lights the way on new and old journeys.

The paper lantern dies as the sun rises, and the two people leave again. Together, on one journey, a new journey.

And for others, the lantern will be lit again as the sun falls. They, in their lost ways, may meet. Converse or just gaze, but move forward. Together, on one journey, a new journey.

And for another pair, the lantern will be lit again.

Storm of Night

Outside, the rain falls,
It pitters and it patters.
The sky of day was filled with gloom,
But at night it never matters.

Thunder claps, like encore applause,
It echoes, makes me hollow.
Yet I am safe within my bed,
Within the sheets I wallow.

Lightning streaks across the sky,
It's pretty, white and scary.
It causes me to snuggle deeper,
And think of rain soaked fairy.

The tin amps the water's splash,
As drops make their ground.
The storm feels quite personal,
Yet it repeats all around.

A cool breeze blows, my shoulders' cold,
I really should shut the window.
But I'm too comfy in my single bed,
And I don't quite mind the airflow.

Perhaps by morning, the sun will shine,
Or rain will fall so softly.
The storm of night, provoking thoughts,
Replace by sunrise hotly.