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Zora Neale Hurston
Early Life:
huston was the fifth of the eight children of john hurston and Luey Ann Hurston (nee potts). Her father was a baptist preacher, tenant famer, and carpenter, and her mother was a school teacher. Though Hurston claimed as an adult that she was born in Eatonville, Florida in 1901, she was actually born in Notasulga, Alabama in 1891, where her father grew up and her grandfather was the united states, when she was three. Her father later became mayor of the town which Hurston would glorify in her stories as a place black Americans could live as they desire, independent of white society.

College:
in 1918, Hurston began undergranduate studies at Howard University, where she became one of the earliest Zeta Phi Beta Sorority ans co-founded the Hilltop, the University's student newpaper. Hurston left Howard in 1924 and in 1925 was offered a scholarship to Barnard College where she was the College's sole black student, Hurston received her B.A. in anthropolgy in 1927, when she was 36. While she was at Barnard, she conducted ethnographic research with noted anthropologist Franz Boas of Columbia Universitey she also worked with Ruth Benedict as well as fellow anthropologhy student Margaret Mead.

Adulthood:
As an adult, Hurston traveled extensively in the Caribbean and the American South and immersed herself in local cultural practies to conduct her anthropological research in 1927, she married Herbert Sheen, a jazz musician and former classmate at Howard who would later become a physician, but the marriage ended in 1931. In 1939, while Hurston was working for the WPA, she married Albert Price, a 23-year-old fellow WPA employee, and 25 years her junior but this marriage ended after only a few months. In later life, in addition to continuing her literary career, Hurston served on the facutly of North Carolina College for Negroes (now North Carolina University) in Durham, North Carolina.

Death:
During a period of financial and medical difficulties, Hurston was forced to enter St. Lucie County Welfare Home, where she suffered a stroke and died of hypertensive heart disease. She was buried in an unmarked grave in the Garden of Heavenly Rest cemetery in Fort Pierce in 1973 African-American novelist Alice Walker and literary scholar Charlotte Hunnt found an unmarked grave in the general area where Hurston had been buried and decided to mark it as hers.

Literary career
1920s

When Hurston arrived in New York City in 1925, the Harlem Renaissance was its peak, and coon became one of the writers at its center. Shortly before she entered Barnaed, Hurston's short story "spunk" was selected for the New Negro, a landmark anthology of fiction, poetry, and essays focusing on African and African American are and literature. In 1926, a group of young black writers including Hurston Langston Hughes, and Wallace Thurman, calling themselves the Niggerati, produced a literary magazine called fire!! that featured many of the young artists and writers of the Harlem Renaissance.

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"How I've Grown As a Writer

I grown as a writer by listen to freed and how i've grown as writer i grown alot how when i writen on a paprer visualized when i first enter ms.enszer class i know there was going to be alot of work to be done to. A week when i first enter ms. Enszer class she had autobiography which is about overself like, who support me and what i wanted to be in life and what grade do i deserve in her class and i said i think i deserve a whole lot. The reason why i say that because everything she teach me, ms. Enszer i take it to the heart and to tell the truth ms, you are my best english teacher i ever had.

In the past year i've learned new things like vocabulary parts of speach, and laterary terms i think that i have come a long way since being in middle school in terms of writing i use to write things that didnt make since and grammar errors, this year. in english class we've been doing things to help us better understand grammer and literary terms.

"How I've Grown As a Writer

FROUND POEM:
LOVE WITH DREAMS,& NIGHTS Short Story By O. Nicole
FOUNDPOEM
I love, because in my thousand LA TIMES
and one nights of dreams, I never Published in Canada
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I looked down paths that traveled from afar,
but it was never you i expected. suddenly I've
felt you flying through my soul in quick, lofty fight,
and how beautiful you seem way up there, far
from my always idiot heart! Love me that way, flying
over everything. And, like the bird on its branch, land
in my arms only to rest, then fly off again.

Be not like the romatic ones who, in love, set me on fire.
when you climb up my man slon, enter so lightly, that as you
enter the dog of my heart will not bark.

SGA Work Shop Reflection...
well i like when mr Fred was here because he thought everybody im my second period class alot like place the words that you think that you think are most importent at the end of the time, and how to set off powerful single words on line by themselves with useing. A repetitive refrain to all of your lines with prepositionsing words or onomatopoetic words, and allowing yourself to add, subtract , or change words to fit your screemplay or the essay of what you doing.

Well and he thought us diffrent job but one of them i liked wen he was teaching me was the Connector and the reason why because the connector job is to do is find connections between the material of what you doing and then you have the world outside. And that mean tracking down connections from the reading to your own life, happenings at school,
places you go this life happenings in the community then after they find what every thing doing then she or he think of what are going to be the ideas/occurrences in the book so it cam remind them of what they did and how can they set it up.

so now we can see the connections between the material of other writings on the same topic its whatever the reading connects you with, and thats is worth sharing of the connector; And the reason why i did a whole essay on this because the connector means alot to me, and they have serious job to do but thats why i was really listing to what mr. Fred had to say when he was teaching, and explaining to me and my class mates.

"Post By: Leroy Roberts

Publish About: Mr. Fred".

so long so far away is africa
Not even memories alive
save thoes that history books Afro- American Fragment
create, save thoes that songs
beat out of blood with word sad- Before the english began to colonize Australia at the end
sung in strange un-Negro tongue of the 18th century, the australian aborigines the
native peoples
so long,
so far away
is Africa.


subduced and time lost
are the drums- and yet
through some vast mist of race
there comes this song
i do not understand,
this song of atavistic land,
of bitter yearnings lost
without a place
so long,
so far away
is Africa's
dark face.


the song is gone; the dance
is secret with the dancer in the earth,
the ritual useless, and the trilbal story
lost in an alien tale. Only the grass
stand up to mark the dancing- ring:
the apple- gums posture and mine a
past corroboree, murmur a broken
chant.