Summary of theres a teenager in the house by kerima polotan tuvera?
the mother wants to the teenager to become a good person...
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Having spent most of her adult life caring for an ailing mother, Miss Mijares is past her youth. She realizes to her disappointment that love and marriage have eluded her. She… lives a dull life and behaves with stiffness and aloofness, camouflaging her tiredness and loneliness with ruffled and pastel-colored clothes. When a new carpenter applied at her agency, she is unwittingly drawn to the man. After a confrontation, the two find themselves stranded on an unknown street in the rain, and Miss Mijares allows herself to be led by her feelings for the carpenter and responds to his invitation..
Hands of the enemy is a very well written piece of kerima polotantuvera. With her remarkable vocabulary and blunt writing style sheexpressed the realities of life beautifully.…
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Sounds of Sunday is a story of a marriage coming apart because of ahusband's desire for power and the wife's desire for love. Aftermoving to a large city, Domingo Gorrez begin…s replacing his wifewith his job, while Emma Gorrez, his wife, tries to put theirdisputes behind them and rekindle their love. In the end, Emmabegins a friendship with another man, and winds up becoming nearlyas corrupt as the husband whose love she wants back.
Kerima Polotan Tuvera Kerima Polotan Tuvera (born in Jolo, Sulu on December 16, 1925) is a Filipina authoress. Early life She was christened as Putli Kerima. (Putli means… princess) Her father was an army colonel, and her mother taught home economics. Due to her father's frequent transfers in assignment, she lived in various places and studied in the public schools of Pangasinan, Tarlac, Laguna, Nueva Ecija and Rizal. She graduated from the Far Eastern University Girls' High School. In 1944 she enrolled in the University of the Philippines School of Nursing. In 1945 she shifted to Arellano University where she attended the writing classes of Teodoro M. Locsin and edited the first number of the Arellano Literary Review . Her education has been repeatedly interrupted by illness, financial difficulties and later marriage and the care of children of which she has five. She is a prolific writer. Some of her stories have been published under the pseudonym of Patricia S. Torres. In 1949, she had married Juan Capiendo Tuvera, a childhood friend and fellow writer, with whom she had 10 children. Between the years 1966 to 1986, her husband served as the Executive Secretary of then President Marcos. Her husband's work drew her into the charmed circle of the Marcoses. During the Martial Law years, she founded and edited the officially approved FOCUS Magazine as well as the Evening Post newspaper. Tuvera has taught in Albay High School and at Arellano University. She has worked with Your Magazine , This Week and the Junior Red Cross Magazine . Recently she went to the United States on a Department of State Specialist Grant. In 1952 her short story The Virgin won two first prizes - the Free Press short story prize of Php1,000 and the Palanca Memorial Award. In 1957 she edited the Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, a book containing English and Tagalog prize winning short stories from 1951 to 1952.  Her novel The Hand of the Enemy (1962) won the Stonehill Award of Php10,000 for the Filipino novel in English. Some of her famous short stories are : "A Place to Live In", "Gate", "The Keeper", "The Mats" and "The Sounds of Sunday". Adventures in a Forgotten Country is her latest collection of essays. She is the editor of Focus Philippines , the Orient News and the Evening Post . In 1968, she published Stories , a collection of eleven stories which she claimed a "thin harvest" for the twenty years she had been writing. But they were certainly her best, several among the most frequently anthologized stories even today. In 1970, she wrote Imelda Romualdez Marcos, a Biography . That was the same year that she collected forty-two of her hard-hitting essays during her years as a staff writer of the Philippine Free Press and published them under the title Author's Circle . In 1976, she edited the four-volume Anthology of Don Palanca Memorial Award Winners . In 1977, she published another collection of thirty-five essays, Adventures in a Forgotten Country. In the late 1990s, the University of the Philippines Press republished all of her major works. She now has a book titled The True and The Plain , a collection of essays about her childhood memories. The city of Manila conferred on Polotan-Tuvera its Patnubay ng Sining at Kalinangan Award to recognize her many contributions to its intellectual and cultural life.
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you can find a copy of it in a book entitled English Expressways by Virginia F. Bermudez ; Remedios F. Nery. hope you can find it! =) very nice essay!
THERE'S A TEENAGER IN THE HOUSE by Kerima Polotan - Tuvera There's a teenager in my house. Until a few years ago, he was my son. But when he turned thirteen, he also became th…is tall stranger with new pimples around his nose and an insolence in his manners. For nearly two years now, there's been an undeclared war between him and me. He wins the skirmishes but he loses the battles. He may get his way every now and then, but he knows that I make the big decisions. I am always tempted to punish him, and I am sure that he has thought of fighting back. We are suddenly to each other two people we don't like very much. He has ideas that shock me and I have standards that appall him. Once or twice, we manage to rediscover each other. After a heated argument over why he should roll up his bedding and pick up his soiled clothes and study his lessons, this teenager and I look into each other's eyes. I search for the baby I woke up for each dawn for, thirteen years ago. I do not know what he looks for in my face but he finds it there because he smiles. The anger vanishes between us although the issue is not solved. Strewn on the floor each morning will be his bedding. Close by, like the molting of a snake, are the algebra lessons undone, the comic books well thumbed, the messy bathroom, the weeping younger sister, and the unwatered lawnâ¦When I surprise him in his room, I find him staring at the ceiling daydreaming. I am reality, I am the enemy, with my many do's and don'ts. Sometimes, I feel he and I will never reach each other again. Surely, he may not understand me till he's a father himself and stands where I do now. He says he will never marry, which is typically thirteenish. He says when he grows up he will get a good job. Then he will buy a fast car, and take all the pretty girls riding. He goes to school which is not a rich man's son's school, and not a poor man's either. He was doing better last year at his studies, passing by the skin of his teeth. I am not too sure he will pass this year, not even if he has two sets of teeth. He barely opens his textbooks. He reads adventures, detective stories, aviation magazines - but he reads, thank God! He can sit for hours before the idiot box, the TV, mesmerized by even the most stupid programs. He needs a new pair of shoes and school pants badly, but he wants me to buy him a set of drums (only P300). He will master them, he says. To convince me, he goes about with a pair of sticks tapping out some crazy rhythm on tabletops and windowsills and sometimes, even on the head of a younger brother.He wants, like all his friends in school, a car and a pair of funny-looking Spanish boots. He will not get either but I am trying to save for a small microscope he saw at Alemar's. He does not lie very well. I sent him once on an errand and he was gone three hours. When he returned, he told me that the man I wanted wasn't there and that he waited, etc. Ten minutes later, he was telling me the truth. He had gone joy riding with a classmate, a boy of 15, who, obviously with his parents' help, had gotten a license and drove a car of his own. I went to his school and sought out this license-owning, car driving 15-year old. I found him nice and respectful. But since I will not hand over to this friend and to anyone else the responsibility for my son's safety, I asked him to stop taking my boy along with him on these rides. I do not know if it will happen again. He brings home too many envious stories of too many cars on their high school campus. He wants what all his friends want - Noise, Speed, Glitter. Last week, on the eve of an induction party, I kept him home. He had me believed it was a simple Boy Scout Investiture ceremony and perhaps Coke and cookies later. It turned out to be something more elaborate. They had to have sponsors and he had picked his out. She was much older, a sophisticate from a nearby college. She smoked and drank, and she expected him to call for her at home and take her back. I was quite sure liquor would be sneaked in. If his fifteen-year old friends could get licenses, bringing in a flask was no problem. It was also his bad luck that the day before the party he handed me a report card with four failing grades. I said simply, stay home. I felt guilty about making him miss the fun, but he was over his hump quicker than expected. At 730 pm, when the party was beginning somewhere in Pasong Tamo, he had a bottle of Coke in one hand, and was horsing around with his brothers and sisters. At home. Next year, I will send him to a school in the South. I want to take him away from the city, away from souped-up cars and 15-year old drivers and college girls who smoke and drink at 17. I saw Silliman last summer and was impressed. He would board at a place where he must get his own food and put his room in order. I am not always right about him, but I am right about the things I want for him. I want him to have all the virtues that seem to be going out of fashion - honesty, a respect for the law, compassion, and a curious intelligence. Mine is certainly not a modern attitude because I refuse to be his pal. I am his parent and I will not retreat from that responsibility. I will not give up my parenthood with all its difficulties and loneliness (and its bills) to become my son's pal. I will not encourage him to think along with his generation that life is one joyride. I allow him his Beatle cut and his passion for Presley. He must allow my passion for his good future.
It was a good story of a wife and a husband. There are several things that you can relate with from the story. Marie, the wife was at the state of dilemma.
"House Full of Daughters" is a short story by Kerima PolotanTurvera. This story is about a husband and wife who had sevendaughters. Each child was different, but loved equally…. The storyis about just a small portion of their lives.
It's a mother's perspective of having a 13 year old teenaged son.