Comparing Linus And Charlie Brown
Analyzing the dialogue and obvious nature of both characters in the cartoon strip, I feel that I most closely identify with Linus. Although Charlie Brown may have the same ambitions or goals for his education set up for him in the future, at the moment he does not put any focus into the idea, predominantly because from what I can infer, he simply does not have the mindset that puts something so distant as a main priority. Charlie Brown has the accurate mindset of an ordinary child, while Linus thinks past his age and into his future which causes him to stress over minuscule things that may not be an issue to Charlie Brown, such as missing a day of school due to sickness. The nature of Linus resembles my own as a child; I have and continue
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I had no issue giving the the difference between a subject and a predicate, but if I was asked to multiply three-digit numbers my thoughts tied themselves together. The obstacle of sucking would do no effort in stopping me though; I was relentless, exclude-all-childhood-experiences-from-my-life-because-of-a-three-by-five-card relentless. For that card, I sat at a desk from the time I arrived home from school to the time I had realized it was way later than any second grader should have been up and that I hadn't eaten dinner because I was so focused on adding and subtracting fractions. In the end I got the card, but so did a lot of other second graders who remembered to eat and play at recess. A 4.0 grade point average gave me the same feeling as opening presents on Christmas. My report card was my bible. The same sickening urge to stick to the idea of completing the lifelong goal of attending college has me by the neck to this day. Now I’m just older and my classes are more strenuous, so my stress levels have sky-rocketed. Linus and I, we have the same sense of unnecessary anxiety that we can’t suppress because of a pin we have placed on a board for
I had no issue giving the the difference between a subject and a predicate, but if I was asked to multiply three-digit numbers my thoughts tied themselves together. The obstacle of sucking would do no effort in stopping me though; I was relentless, exclude-all-childhood-experiences-from-my-life-because-of-a-three-by-five-card relentless. For that card, I sat at a desk from the time I arrived home from school to the time I had realized it was way later than any second grader should have been up and that I hadn't eaten dinner because I was so focused on adding and subtracting fractions. In the end I got the card, but so did a lot of other second graders who remembered to eat and play at recess. A 4.0 grade point average gave me the same feeling as opening presents on Christmas. My report card was my bible. The same sickening urge to stick to the idea of completing the lifelong goal of attending college has me by the neck to this day. Now I’m just older and my classes are more strenuous, so my stress levels have sky-rocketed. Linus and I, we have the same sense of unnecessary anxiety that we can’t suppress because of a pin we have placed on a board for