Friendship Between Eleanor And Park

Task 1A
I communicate both online and offline. I prefer communicating offline, and being in the same room as my friends. My friends and I are good at meeting in real life, but in the evenings, or when the weather is terrible the online communication takes over.
When I get online or on social media, the communication changes at once. When I chat, a smile changes into “haha” and an irritated look on a face changes into an emoji. Online you are not able to see the body language to the other person/persons you are communicating with, and that irritates me a lot. I get insecure very quickly, and I keep thinking the worst-case scenario. Of course, the emoji’s and “haha” helps, but I can never tell if the person is telling the truth or messing with
I’m more shy online, and more insecure, but the feeling of knowing what’s going on is worth it. I can never live a life in a world were friends only talk online, I think it will get boring, very quickly.
Task 1B
Appendix 1, Eleanor and Park, is an extract from the book Eleanor and Park. In the extract, it is described to us how the friendship between Eleanor and Park slowly begins to take place. Every day they sit next to each other on the school bus, back and forth. They never talk, and have never talked to each other. They both are some of the outcasts in the school, so avoiding to talk to each other is a way to reduce the chance of being bullied by other students, who sits close to them.
In the beginning Elanor and Park, as told, never talk, but they still communicate. They communicate with body language. Park finds out that Eleanor secretly, reads his comic books by her body language. The way she stares into the book, and her eyes follow the words. So, Park starts to hold his comics open more wide and turns the pages more slowly. This is an example of their
I had been given a special code, so only the students could get in. It was four other people I the chatroom, three other students and the teacher. The teachers name was Ms. Jules, and I learned quickly that she was a type of teacher that saw her students, and wanted all of them to succeed. Every morning she goes to work, or logs in to work, and want to teach. The money part is not important. It is not many of those kind of teachers, I remember I liked her at once. I’m so lucky that I still have Ms. Jules, she teaches me for five hours every day. She has given me back the motivation to learn. In my old school, I got D in Math, now I got A. It’s unbillable. When I got my first A, I wanted to cry. But I’m a dude, so I can’t cry. Or that is what the “cool” guys at my old school