Tell Me Again: A Memoir

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As a teenager, after seeing Dad regularly leaving the toilet with an empty coffee cup, I begin to chide him about how disgusting I think it is when he reads and drinks his coffee on the toilet. Dad and I regularly engage in playful but intense arguments, and I am getting better at annihilating him in them.

Often, the first discussion is not included in the narrative, and the audience only receives the information through this second conversation. The trope is often used this way for narrative brevity. The second explanation would be much shorter than the original discussion, since the characters have already gone over it before. It can also let people talk about The Plan much closer to the actual event, sometimes while it's already in motion. An alternative to As You Know, this trope is when several characters have already explained something during a discussion, but one character asks the others to repeat the entire explanation. The reason is so that the audience can receive the exposition. Sometime after, I’m out on a drive with Dad; we talk about anything and everything when we are in the car alone together. I tell him all about the grown-up show about prisons I had watched, and comment that maybe people in this country who go to jail should just be killed like they are in America because jail seems like such a rotten place. The energy of academic conferences isn’t like your average conference. It is the bringing together of academics from universities all around the country, sometimes around the globe, all working within similar or related specialisations. This means one thing: niche gossip and lots of it. There’s a reason why so many academics love reality television – we have intensely intellectual, oftentimes dry jobs, meaning much of the juicy elements of our roles come from the interpersonal relationships. Yeah! Actually a woman complimented me on my dress today, it’s the pretty floral one you got me, Mum.”In EarthBound the player can invoke this trope pretty much anytime anyone explains anything to Ness, as often as necessary. Being in this new neighbourhood means we are able to visit Dad regularly but some of the people around our new home make me uncomfortable. Sometimes I get hurt and there isn’t an adult around to help me. I miss our townhouse, the toys we had to leave behind, and my grandparents, especially fishing with Pop. On top of all these motherly women have suffered -- and not ever offset by all that they gained after somehow becoming parents -- never had I thought about this before: During the niceties of mingling and meeting I find myself standing within a gathering of mostly white academics and am asked:

My first academic conference is on Kaurna Country, Adelaide. Work flies me over and I am so excited, I almost bounce into the hotel on the first day. But by the end of that first day, I am deflated. Compare Shall I Repeat That?, which also serves as an inversion, but mostly exclusive to video games. When we arrive at the new home, I can’t help but think it looks and smells funny. The carpets are all weird bright colours; my sister takes the room with the orange carpet, mine is purple. There are no curtains in the windows, and that first night, with the moonlight filtering through the branches of the old tree that scrapes against my window, I become convinced that if I move, something that is waiting will see me and gobble me up. I lay still in my new bed and by morning I have wet it, soaking through the sheets and my pyjamas. Mum is disappointed but not as much as I am disappointed in myself. I will be starting at a new preschool and I don’t want the other kids to think I am a baby – only babies wet their beds.Curtis' text is simplistic and extremely adorable. I like the fact that this is a story that was told so often that the child practically memorized the story. It’s like their child’s adoption isn't a big secret that should stay that way. Cornell's illustrations are beautiful, colorful, and reminiscent of watercolor paintings. It gives a rather wistful and lovely atmosphere of the story. How is drinking coffee in there any different to when the toilet is next to your bed in a cell?” he retorts, confident in his argument.