Sandra Cisneros was born on December, in 1954,
Chicago, Illinois. She was the daughter of an
Mexican father and Chicana mother. Also she had
six brothers. Sandra Cisneros received her high
school education from Josephinum Academy, a
small Catholic. In 1976, Sandra Cisneros graduated
from Loyola University with BA in English and
received a Master of Fine Arts degree from lowa
Writers Workshop, in 1978.
The story Eleven is about a young girl called Rachel, that today she is
eleven, however she feels like she was ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five,four, or even
two and one. She thought about been one hundred and two years old to know
how to say in that moment when Mrs.Price asked about who was this ugly and old
red sweater. Nobody answered, so Silvia Saldivar said, it belongs to Rachel. She
was innocent, that's why she didn't do anything. When the bell rings, at lunchtime,
Phyllis Lopez, the owner`s sweater saw rachel with the sweater and said it was
hers and Rachel gave it to her.Rachel was depressed because it was her birthday.
Rachel: Rachel is a very shy person and she never says what she thinks because
she is afraid about all kind of answers that she could receive from others students.
Also, she is pessimistic because she thinks too much about the negative
situations. Finally, if we talk about the positive things we can say that she is a
good person because she has never disrespected to others.
Itchy: to have or cause an uncomfortable feeling on the skin that makes you want
to rub it with your nails.
Raggedy: untidy, dirty and wearing old, torn clothes.
Skinny: is a person who is extremely thin, often in a way that you find unattractive.
1.I wish I didn’t have only eleven years rattling inside melike pennies in a tin
Band-Aid box.Today I wish I was on hundred and two instead of eleven because if
I was one hundred and two I would had known what to say if Mrs.prince put the
red sweater on my desk.
2.I wish I wasn’t eleven,because all the years inside of me
ten,nine,eight,seven,six,five,four,three,two and one are punishing in the back of
my eyes when I put an arm from one sleeve of the sweater that smells like cottage
cheese,and then the other arm thought that the other and stand there with my
arms apart like the sweater herts me and it does, all itchy and full of germs that
3. I wish I was invisible but I am not.
Present Simple: “when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven”
Past Simple: “ I didn´t have only eleven years”
Present Perfect Simple: “I would've known how to tell her”
Future Simple: “ everybody will sing Happy birthday”
Type 2: “if it belonged to me I wouldn't say so”
Type 3 : “if I was one hundred and two I'd have known what to say”