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Newspaper
Full Page 13in x 20in
1in x 1in
2.45in3.5in
KEY
VISUAL
Half Page 13in x 10in
1in x 1in
1.6in
3in
Newspaper
KEY
VISUAL
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I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses. I
provided him with a list of ac-
counts that included ten takas
worth of grapes. Seeing this,
my grandfather wanted to beat
me. He viewed my purchase as
a huge waste of money. I fled
the house and vowed never
to return. My parents were
far away to the South, in Pat-
uakhali. They were ignorant,
perhaps willfully, of the abuse
I was enduring at the hands of
mstel life at Home Economics
College in Dhaka, and missed
my parents terribly. During
the day I busied myself with
studies the best I could, but
at night the thought of my
mother made me homesick.
Bewildered and sad, unable
to sleep, I would sob in my bed
for her night after night at the
hostel. My roommate, a senior
girl, half-asleep herself, would
console me when my crying
woke her at night. My home-
sickness was such that I even
approached one American
teacher and asked her if she
would be my mother as she
bore a passing resemblance
to her, leaving her speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following my
visit to the principal’s office,
I was called before the schol-
arship board. I faced twelve
men across a huge oval table.
When they asked me why I
had managed.
I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses. I
provided him with a list of ac-
counts that included ten takas
worth of grapes. Seeing this,
my grandfather wanted to beat
me. He viewed my purchase as
a huge waste of money. I fled
the house and vowed never
to return. My parents were
far away to the South, in Pat-
uakhali. They were ignorant,
perhaps willfully, of thife at
Home Economics College in
Dhaka, and missed my par-
ents terribly. During the day I
busied myself with studies the
best I could, but at night the
thought of my mother made
me homesick. Bewildered and
sad, unable to sleep, I would
sob in my bed for her night
after night at the hostel. My
roommate, a senior girl, half-
asleep herself, would console
me when my crying woke her
at night. My homesickness was
such that I even approached
one American teacher and
asked her if she would be my
mother as she bore a passing
resemblance to her, leaving her
speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following my
visit to the principal’s office, I
was called before the scholar-
ship board. I faced twelve men
across a huge oval table. When
they asked me why I had man-
aged only a Second Division
result in my.
I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses. I
provided him with a list of ac-
counts that included ten takas
worth of grapes. Seeing this,
my grandfather wanted to beat
me. He viewed my purchase as
a huge waste of money. I fled
the house and vowed never
to return. My parents were
far away to the South, in Pat-
uakhali. They were ignorant,
perhaps willfully, of the abuse
I was enduring at the hands
of my grandparents, perhaps
even relieved that I was under
their surveillance.
Another reason I wanted to
escape to Lahore was because I
hated hostel life at Home Eco-
nomics College in Dhaka, and
missed my parents terribly.
During the day I busied myself
with studies the best I could,
but at night the thought of my
mother made me homesick.
Bewildered and sad, unable
to sleep, I would sob in my bed
for her night after night at the
hostel. My roommate, a senior
girl, half-asleep herself, would
console me when my crying
woke her at night. My home-
sickness was such that I even
approached one American
teacher and asked her if she
would be my mother as she
bore a passing resemblance
to her, leaving her speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following.
I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses. I
provided him with a list of ac-
counts that included ten takas
worth of grapes. Seeing this,
my grandfather wanted to beat
me. He viewed my purchase
as a huge waste of money.
I fled the house and vowed
never to return. My parents
were far away to the South,
in Patuakhali. They were
ignorant, perhaps willfully, of
the because I hated hostel life
at Home Economics College
in Dhaka, and missed my par-
ents terribly. During the day I
busied myself with studies the
best I could, but at night the
thought of my mother made
me homesick. Bewildered and
sad, unable to sleep, I would
sob in my bed for her night
after night at the hostel. My
roommate, a senior girl, half-
asleep herself, would console
me when my crying woke her
at night. My homesickness was
such that I even approached
one American teacher and
asked her if she would be my
mother as she bore a passing
resemblance to her, leaving her
speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following my
visit to the principal’s office, I
was called before the scholar-
ship board. I faced twelve men
across a huge oval table. When
they asked me why I had man-
aged only a Second .
I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses.
I provided him with a list of
accounts that included ten
takas worth of grapes. Seeing
this, my grandfather wanted
to beat nt, perhaps willfully,
of the abuse I was enduring at
the hands of my grandparents,
perhaps even relieved that I
was under their surveillance.
Another reason I wanted to
escape to Lahore was because I
hated hostel life at Home Eco-
nomics College in Dhaka, and
missed my parents terribly.
During the day I busied myself
with studies the best I could,
but at night the thought of my
mother made me homesick.
Bewildered and sad, unable
to sleep, I would sob in my bed
for her night after night at the
hostel. My roommate, a senior
girl, half-asleep herself, would
console me when my crying
woke her at night. My home-
sickness was such that I even
approached one American
teacher and asked her if she
would be my mother as she
bore a passing resemblance
to her, leaving her speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following my
visit to the principal’s office, I
was called before the scholar-
ship board. I faced twelve men
across a huge oval table. When
they asked me why I had man-
aged only.
I chose not to visit my grand-
parent’s house until I was
accepted for the scholarship.
The last time I had visited him
he asked me to provide an ac-
count of the money that I had
taken for my hostel expenses. I
provided him with a list of ac-
counts that included ten takas
worth of grapes. Seeing this,
my grandfather wanted to beat
me. He viewed my purchase as
a huge waste of money. I fled
the house and vowed never
to return. My parents were
far away to the South, in Pat-
uakhali. They were ignorant,
perhafe at Home Economics
College in Dhaka, and missed
my parents terribly. During
the day I busied myself with
studies the best I could, but
at night the thought of my
mother made me homesick.
Bewildered and sad, unable
to sleep, I would sob in my bed
for her night after night at the
hostel. My roommate, a senior
girl, half-asleep herself, would
console me when my crying
woke her at night. My home-
sickness was such that I even
approached one American
teacher and asked her if she
would be my mother as she
bore a passing resemblance
to her, leaving her speechless.
Apparently she kept her word,
as a few weeks following my
visit to the principal’s office,
I was called before the schol-
arship board. I faced twelve
men across a huge oval table.
When they asked me why I
had managed only a Second
Division result in my matric-
ulation I told.
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