ENG 102 SPRING 2025 DEPARTMENTAL ESSAY/Final Exam Please…
ENG 102 SPRING 2025 DEPARTMENTAL ESSAY/Final Exam Please read the flash fiction short story below. In a five-paragraph essay, analyze and interpret the story as you answer the question: WHAT DOES THIS STORY SUGGEST ABOUT THE NATURE OF RESILIENCE IN EVERYDAY LIFE? What does it mean to be resilient in the face of setbacks or disappointments? Can you recall a time when you had to keep going despite fear, failure, or fatigue? Where do you find the strength to bounce back after life knocks you down? All students are required to: Use quotes from the text to illustrate how the theme works in this piece of literature. Include 5 LITERARY TERMS in support of your analysis. Make these literary terms easily visible to your reader by underlining them, putting them in ALL CAPS, or highlighting them. Provide in-text citations and a works cited entry. Your average paragraph should be at least 10-12 sentences long. The MLA works cited template for a reading provided by an instructor is below with a sample to help you create a correct works cited entry. Citation Pattern:Author’s Last Name, First Name. “Title of the Story.” Canvas, uploaded by Kelvin King, 3 December 2024, lawsonstate.canvas.com “The Third Try” by Luis Moreno The bread didn’t rise. Again. Ava stared at the stubborn dough, flat and pale beneath the kitchen towel. She had followed the instructions exactly this time—or at least, almost. She had proofed the yeast, kneaded patiently, even whispered a little encouragement into the bowl, like her grandmother used to do. Still, failure. For a moment, she wanted to give up. After a week like this—car trouble, a failed job interview, her sister’s silence—what difference did bread make? But it wasn’t about the bread. It was about doing something that could work if she just tried hard enough. She washed her hands, sighed, and started again. Warm water, sugar, yeast. This time, she noticed the water had been too hot before. She adjusted, stirred gently. The yeast began to bubble. Hours later, when she pulled the golden-brown loaf from the oven, she didn’t cry—but her shoulders dropped, and she exhaled a long, tired breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It was just bread. And it was everything.