Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet. He writes about childhood experiences in his poems, especially the two entitled ‘Digging’ and ‘Follower’. These are the two I am required to study for my coursework, so I thought maybe there would be some information on this website. However, it turns out that I have to write at least two hundred and fifty words so that’s what I am doing right now. I hope they let me get through because it is very important to me! ! But two hundred and fifty is quite a lot of words when you really have nothing to say. So here’s my recommendation – if you are studying this, look on different websites.
I’m sure I am not going to find anything on this website because it seems so inadequate. Still over another hundred to go – well, I bet I could do this a lot easier with something interesting to write about. Did you know that Heaney’s father, grandfather etc. used to dig for a living and Heaney was the first to use education? How interesting. It is when you need it for school.
Ahh. School. I can’t say what I want to say about it but I’ll say something politely – it’s worse than prison. At least in prison they don’t get over three hours of homework a day. Well that seems to be almost two hundred and fifty. I doubt I’ll get away with it but it’s worth a try.
What happened to the days when people helped you with coursework without worrying about themselves first? Were there those days anyway? I’ve done my job. See you. Or maybe I won’t.
The Essay on Hundred Dollar Iris Teacher Day
There are lots of unfair things happening around, I experienced my first unfair situation when I was in Hong Kong. I had a best friend named Iris, we were very close at that time. We always stay in each other's house, and go to shopping together every single time. Although we were that close, there still things that can separate us. I still remember what had happened that day very clearly, I don't ...
