Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Fences
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Their Eyes Were Watching God (Chs. 4, 5, & 6)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Black Boy - Chapter 4
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Beauty
Friday, October 30, 2009
Role Play
Chapter 14 is a new beginning for Okonko and his family because he has been cast out from his clan due to the death of the 16-year old boy. He has an extremely hard time adjusting to life as it is described his transition is “like beginning life anew, without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth, like learning to become left-handed in old age.” (131) and “like a fish onto a dry, sandy beach, panting” (131). He once had a great passion for work and to become one of the lords in the clan; however, his dreams have now been shattered.
Also, the issue of how children react to theirs mothers and fathers is brought up. It is said that, “Nneka (Mother is Supreme)” is one of the most common names given to children, but it is said that the man is the head of the family and the child belongs to his or her father and the father’s family. A man also belongs to his fatherland and not his motherland. On the contrary, “when a father beats his child, it seeks sympathy in its mother’s hut.” (134) Children will always find refuge in their mothers. Does this mean that the role of a mother or father is more important or do both roles have the same amount of importance? The role of fathers seems to get a lot of credit for shaping their children, but does the role of mothers?
Monday, October 19, 2009
One Day In The Life...
Ring. Ring. Ring. The sound on Amy’s alarm clock went off several times before she finally had the willpower to get up and turn it off. Just like every day, she the looked in the mirror. “Ohhh no!” she thought as she decided to take a shower to try to at least appear semi-decent.
After her rejuvenating shower, Amy headed to a warm bowl of oatmeal already waiting for her on the breakfast table. Amy looked at the time realizing that if she didn’t leave the house in 5 minutes she would be late for first period for the 9th time this year. She was basically best friends with the Dean of Students at her school because tardiness was a major problem for her.
Scrambling to make sure she had everything, Amy darted to her car where she then sped to school. Running she barely made it to first period. She tried her hardest to stay awake, but in all honesty biology was not one of her interests. She couldn’t wait for second period when she would be able to escape to the beautiful world of French. She loved French because she could imagine herself living in France one day.
After French, Amy’s classes were a blur until finally it was lunch. She sat at her usual table with her friends as they went over the day’s events…who had hung out with whom over the weekend, who was being mean, who was being oddly nice, etc. Amy hardly concentrated on her lunch because the conversation became extremely intense and interesting.
Amy had the conversation in the back of her mind all day. She had history after lunch and her teacher, Mr. Black, decided to get really into the Battle of Saratoga today and acted it out. This really got Amy’s attention and she actually took very detailed notes on this topic. After history, Amy sat through her math and English class before finally the bell rung. The ending bell was probably Amy’s favorite sound in the world…well besides the music she liked blaring every day in her car.
Soccer was after school for Amy, so after talking and saying goodbye to some of her friends she hopped into her car and drove to practice. Her coach did not seem to be in a good mood and Amy suspected it was because of her team’s poor performance last weekend in the tournament. She wasn’t sure why, but everyone had just completely fallen apart. Amy thought her team needed a leader and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure this happened. She had arrived early to practice and would stay late. She would try to motivate the other girls and set the best example possible. Amy was so full of life and energy today that she felt excited and pumped up. Today was definitely going to be a good practice….she could just feel it.
After her 3-hour practice, Amy felt exhausted, but accomplished. She had impressed her coach and had hopefully impressed her teammates. Her team’s next game was Saturday and she really really wanted to win!
Amy cruised to her house for dinner (her favorite…pasta with meatballs!) where she conversed with her family about the day’s happenings and her weekend plans. After this she went to nonchalantly do her homework and finally around midnight it was time for bed. She had to go to bed earlier than midnight otherwise her 6 am start would be too much for her! (585)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Suit I Sport
If someone were to give me the choice of removing one flaw, multiple flaws or no flaws what would I choose? Is my definition of a “flaw” the same or different as the person sitting next to me? Spiderman by Jim Hall really got me thinking about all of these questions. I definitely know what my biggest “weakness” is, but is it necessarily a flaw?
If I could change something about myself it would be the fact that I hold grudges like none other. I absolutely hate this about myself! Whether someone did something small or something huge I will never ever forget it. And even if I “forgive” a person or “forget about it,” there’s always something in the back of my mind that is reminded of what happened and can’t let it go. That is the phrase that my friends always tell me that I need to do. “Let go.” I understand what my friends are trying to make me do by stating this seemingly simple sentence – they want me to move on and get over whatever has happened to me. They want me to pretend like it never happened and they want me to live life happily acting like I was never hurt or even cared.
But I have a problem…I just can’t do that! If someone hurts me badly the pain can’t just go away and even if I try to “let go” and forget about it the pain and hurt is still there. So what can I do?
Too many times in my life have I wished that I could “let go” and pretend like something didn’t affect me at all. Unfortunately, I also wear my heart on my sleeve so whatever emotion I am feeling deep down on the inside, everyone around me knows because I wear the exact same emotion on the outside of me.
I know the reason why I hold these grudges is because when I really care about people I go all out and I really care about them. I try my absolute hardest to go all out and cater to their needs and make sure that I’m a good friend. Therefore, whenever I am betrayed by someone I get super offended and upset because in my head I don’t feel like I would’ve done the same thing to them.
That, by no means whatsoever, means that I am the perfect child. I have definitely made my fair share of mistakes in my life far too many times. I have personally benefited from my friends not holding as big of grudges I do or else I’m not even sure if I would be friends with some of the people I’m friends with today.
So this must make me a hypocrite…I act one way and expect something different from others. I have tried my hardest to act differently, but at the end of the day I’m all right with the fact that I hold grudges. It is a part of who I am as a person and I can’t do anything about it. I just have to learn from both my own and other people’s mistakes and hopefully in the future they won’t happen again.
If someone were to ask me what would I do if I could have my “fwame wesistent” suit be different than it is now I’m not even sure if I’d change it now. I have always been this way so I am pretty used to it. Also, if I were to get rid of it, would that take the caring part of my personality away? I wouldn’t want that. So maybe I would change my suit and instead make myself more compassionate and understanding when people make mistakes…that way I could build on the caring aspect of the suit I already have on. (639)