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 Prof G Rami Reddy Centre for Distance Education Osmania University Hyderabad MA English Sem 3 Question papers November 2025 Twentieth century literary criticism and theory Paper IV November 2025 English Prose Paper 3 - code 302 Major Developments in Language acquisition and language learning- code 301

When I was a Puerto Rican Esmeralda Santiago The novel When I was a Puerto Rican is written by Esmeralda Santiago and it is set in the village Macun, Puerto Rica in 1950’s. It is a memoir of  Esmeralda Santiago’s transition from childhood to adulthood .The story begins at the age of four and ends with the protagonist’s graduation from Performing Arts  at Harvard University .Negi (Esmeralada Santiago) always wants to be a Jibara, a Puerto Rican country dweller with distinctive dialect. Her Mami (Real name is Ramona) snubs her saying she cannot be a Jibara as she was born in the city, where Jibaras are mocked for their peculiar dialect. Negi  learns that her  real name is Esmeralada Santiago and Negi is her nickname. As per Puerto Rica tradition people usually have a nick name and another official name. Negi  has three siblings Delsa, Norma and Hector. Mami accuses Pablito, father of Negi , of spending his hard-earned money on other women for sexual pleasures. It...

KU Sem 1 New syllabus 2025-26 Kakatiya University & Satavahana University UG SEM 2 Kakatiya University & Satavahana University UG SEM 2 Unit 1 – Poetry Lines Written in Early Spring William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.   To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.   Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.   The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure:— But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure.   The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.   ...