When someone says the word poet or poetry, I cringe! I hate poems. I do not like how everything has to rhyme most of the time, or how everything seems so slow. They rarely ever make sense to me. In my head, I am going back through all my years of schooling, and there has not been a poem that I have ever enjoyed reading. I enjoy many things, but reading poetry is definitely not one of them. I would much rather read something exciting. I am a very energetic person who always likes to be moving and doing. When I read poetry, it makes me sleepy! Throughout this section of English, I am going to try and keep an open mind. If I do like it in any way, that will be a big accomplishment for me. Who knows??!?!
:)lgj
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
"A Jury of Her Peers" and "The Story of an Hour"
("A Jury of Her Peers" by Susan Glaspell pg. 189)
("The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin pg. 331)
This was not my favorite assignment. I really could not do a good job understanding "The Story of an Hour." However, I am going to try and make some sense of it :) I feel like these two stories are both dealing with the aspect of both marriage and death in some way. In both stories, the themes deal with a couple who has been separated by death. I can not imagine the feeling of someone that you have spent most of your life with just dying. In "The Story of an Hour," the wife is accused of murdering her husband by hanging him from a rope. When asked about her husbands death, she acts very nonchalant...almost like she does not care. In "A Jury of Her Peers," the main character's husband has just died. She has herself locked inside of her room just looking out enjoying the view. This gives the reader the idea that she has a sense of freedom that her husband is now passed on. Both stories deal with wives who are not very upset that their husbands are dead. If t was me, I would be devastated. In contrast, one woman dies from a "joy that kills" while the other one is tried for murder. Both women display hardly any concern or grief for their lost spouses. "A Jury of Her Peers" never tells us whether or not the wife actually killed her husband.
:)lgj
("The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin pg. 331)
This was not my favorite assignment. I really could not do a good job understanding "The Story of an Hour." However, I am going to try and make some sense of it :) I feel like these two stories are both dealing with the aspect of both marriage and death in some way. In both stories, the themes deal with a couple who has been separated by death. I can not imagine the feeling of someone that you have spent most of your life with just dying. In "The Story of an Hour," the wife is accused of murdering her husband by hanging him from a rope. When asked about her husbands death, she acts very nonchalant...almost like she does not care. In "A Jury of Her Peers," the main character's husband has just died. She has herself locked inside of her room just looking out enjoying the view. This gives the reader the idea that she has a sense of freedom that her husband is now passed on. Both stories deal with wives who are not very upset that their husbands are dead. If t was me, I would be devastated. In contrast, one woman dies from a "joy that kills" while the other one is tried for murder. Both women display hardly any concern or grief for their lost spouses. "A Jury of Her Peers" never tells us whether or not the wife actually killed her husband.
:)lgj
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
"The Horse Dealer's Daughter"
D.H. Lawrence
(pg. 471)
Joe~
Malcolm~
Mabel~
(pg. 471)
Joe~
- He was the oldest brother.
- He was handsome in a hot, flushed way.
- He was 33 years old.
- He was a broad shaped man.
- Had shallow and restless eyes.
- Had a sensual way of uncovering his teeth when he laughed.
- Had a black mustache.
- He had a red face.
- He had a look of helplessness when the horses were taken; he felt like they were a part of him.
- He is engaged.
- He was the second brother.
- He was clean-limbed and erect.
- He was a very alert person.
- When the horses were taken, he had a very nonchalant attitude.
- He had a brown mustache.
- He was an irritable person.
- He was a controlling person, one that liked to be in charge.
Malcolm~
- He was the youngest of the three brothers
- He was 22
- He had a fresh, jaunty museau, which is the French word for nose!
Mabel~
- She was the sister to the three boys.
- I see her as a very busy girl!
- She visited her mother's grave often. There she felt secure and safe.
- She kept the house in order.
- She was not a very attractive lady. Her brothers called her "bulldog."
- She had a way of "tuning out" her brothers.
- She had no friends of her own sex.
- She had low self esteem
- She didn't think that Jack should love her.
Jack Fergusson~
- He was a family friend.
- He was a doctor.
- He had eyes for Mabel.
- He seemed to hate the town and what he did, but it really excited him.
- He saved Mabel's life.
- He loved Mabel, but he denied it for a while.
Monday, March 14, 2011
"Blue Winds Dancing"
Tom Whitecloud
(pg. 313)
What exactly classifies something as important? How do you decide what things, people or places are most important? Who decides what is important?
Many questions go through my mind when I begin to think about what is important to me. In my life, I have many places, people, and things that I would consider important. To the casual passerby most of these things would not matter a hill of beans. Each and every person has their own list of important things. Some may have one thing on that list, while others may have a list that is pages and pages in length. The only thing that matters is that a person knows the exact things in their life that are important. For me, I am blessed to have a long list of things that I would consider important. However, I am about to describe something that is priceless to me. If someone were going to take everything from me but leave me with one thing... this is the one thing that I would choose.
This thing is not a person. This thing can not be touched. This thing can not be bought. This thing can not be lost. This thing can not be moved or changed. This thing can not be seen or heard here on earth. I would not trade this thing for all the money in the world. I would give up anything I own just to keep it. This precious thing I have and hold dear to my heart is simple---it is a relationship.
Now the relationship I have is with a person. This person, however, is like no other. He is not a tangible person whom I can touch, yet I feel Him everyday. He does not speak in an audible voice always, yet I hear His voice speak to me all the time. He is the reason I live, move, and breathe. It is His love that keeps me going when I am ready to stop. If it was not for Him, I would have no purpose. He is the author of my life story, and everyday He is showing me more and more of that plan. He knows where I am going to go and what I am going to say, before I even move or speak. He gave His all for me, yet a lot I do not give my all for Him. I constantly fail him, yet he still loves me. I try to please Him in every area of my life. He is worth more to me than anything that I have ever received. He gave everything he had for me, and I think that the least I can do is try to honor Him with myself and my life. He is the reason I can smile everyday. To fully describe Him is impossible.
His name is Jesus.
One of the neatest things about Him is that the same relationship that I have with Him is the same kind of relationship anyone can have with Him. He comes down to us on a personal level like nobody else can. I love him with all of my heart, and He is very important to me. Actually, He and the relationship that we have is the most important thing in my life.
:)lgj
(pg. 313)
What exactly classifies something as important? How do you decide what things, people or places are most important? Who decides what is important?
Many questions go through my mind when I begin to think about what is important to me. In my life, I have many places, people, and things that I would consider important. To the casual passerby most of these things would not matter a hill of beans. Each and every person has their own list of important things. Some may have one thing on that list, while others may have a list that is pages and pages in length. The only thing that matters is that a person knows the exact things in their life that are important. For me, I am blessed to have a long list of things that I would consider important. However, I am about to describe something that is priceless to me. If someone were going to take everything from me but leave me with one thing... this is the one thing that I would choose.
This thing is not a person. This thing can not be touched. This thing can not be bought. This thing can not be lost. This thing can not be moved or changed. This thing can not be seen or heard here on earth. I would not trade this thing for all the money in the world. I would give up anything I own just to keep it. This precious thing I have and hold dear to my heart is simple---it is a relationship.
Now the relationship I have is with a person. This person, however, is like no other. He is not a tangible person whom I can touch, yet I feel Him everyday. He does not speak in an audible voice always, yet I hear His voice speak to me all the time. He is the reason I live, move, and breathe. It is His love that keeps me going when I am ready to stop. If it was not for Him, I would have no purpose. He is the author of my life story, and everyday He is showing me more and more of that plan. He knows where I am going to go and what I am going to say, before I even move or speak. He gave His all for me, yet a lot I do not give my all for Him. I constantly fail him, yet he still loves me. I try to please Him in every area of my life. He is worth more to me than anything that I have ever received. He gave everything he had for me, and I think that the least I can do is try to honor Him with myself and my life. He is the reason I can smile everyday. To fully describe Him is impossible.
His name is Jesus.
One of the neatest things about Him is that the same relationship that I have with Him is the same kind of relationship anyone can have with Him. He comes down to us on a personal level like nobody else can. I love him with all of my heart, and He is very important to me. Actually, He and the relationship that we have is the most important thing in my life.
:)lgj
Saturday, March 12, 2011
"The Curse"
Andre Dubas
(pg. 563)
This blog topic/question was hard for me! I had to put some serious thought time into something that has become my responsibility by accident. As I thought through my life and my experiences, I had a hard time coming up with something that I felt had become my responsibility. When I had almost given up; however, a thought sprang into my head. So here it goes---
I have a friend. We have been close for a very long time, and we have known each other since we were both small. Over the years, we have had our ups and downs, happy times, and sad times. We have laughed together, cried together, smiled together, and yelled together! (HAHA) Anyway, this person is doing some things and acting in some ways that I do not agree with. They have gotten themselves into some things that are over their head over the past year. As they were doing these things, our relationship drifted farther and farther away. It came to the point where we did not speak. As time progressed and they came slightly back to their senses, I gave room for reconciliation and forgiveness. The person seemed to have a very humble attitude, so I forgave and we went on from there. We have become so close and pretty much best friends so fast. This person tells me everything and comes to me for advice because they trust me and don't want to fall to the wayside once more. I try to help this person out all I can, without putting to much stress on myself. They do require a lot of attention and time! I say all of that to say this: I enjoy being this person's friend, but sometimes I don't understand how we got to be "best friends". I have a responsibility to them because I am the only true friend they have and trust. I did not choose to be in such a high standing place with them. They just chose me, and they chose to open up to me. Sometimes it feels like more of a burden than a blessing, but then I must look at it from the point of view that I am helping them! I may be the only help the see. So, really all of the time, tears, sweat, and stress it causes...is worth it!
:)lgj
(pg. 563)
This blog topic/question was hard for me! I had to put some serious thought time into something that has become my responsibility by accident. As I thought through my life and my experiences, I had a hard time coming up with something that I felt had become my responsibility. When I had almost given up; however, a thought sprang into my head. So here it goes---
I have a friend. We have been close for a very long time, and we have known each other since we were both small. Over the years, we have had our ups and downs, happy times, and sad times. We have laughed together, cried together, smiled together, and yelled together! (HAHA) Anyway, this person is doing some things and acting in some ways that I do not agree with. They have gotten themselves into some things that are over their head over the past year. As they were doing these things, our relationship drifted farther and farther away. It came to the point where we did not speak. As time progressed and they came slightly back to their senses, I gave room for reconciliation and forgiveness. The person seemed to have a very humble attitude, so I forgave and we went on from there. We have become so close and pretty much best friends so fast. This person tells me everything and comes to me for advice because they trust me and don't want to fall to the wayside once more. I try to help this person out all I can, without putting to much stress on myself. They do require a lot of attention and time! I say all of that to say this: I enjoy being this person's friend, but sometimes I don't understand how we got to be "best friends". I have a responsibility to them because I am the only true friend they have and trust. I did not choose to be in such a high standing place with them. They just chose me, and they chose to open up to me. Sometimes it feels like more of a burden than a blessing, but then I must look at it from the point of view that I am helping them! I may be the only help the see. So, really all of the time, tears, sweat, and stress it causes...is worth it!
:)lgj
"Cathedral"
Raymond Carver
(pg. 180)
I can see. I can see well. I can see clear. I can see without the aid of contacts or glasses. I can see anything that I choose to see with no trouble at all. I am blessed with perfect sight! ---It is funny that even though all the things I just mentioned are true, I have been blind before. I have not been physically blind at any point. I guess you could say that I had the wool drawn over my eyes, and I was living in the dark. I will explain...
In America, we are so fortunate to have the things we have. Power at the touch of a button, water at the spray of a faucet, well made sewage systems, air conditioning, heat, fully equipped cars, etc., etc., etc.! I have been living like this all of my life. Never having to wonder about whether or not I was going to have a hot meal, or whether or not I had a place to sleep. Believe it or not, some people must live day to day worrying about simple things like this. The event that really opened up my eyes was a mission trip to Belize. Last year, my church took a group of teens and adults over to work with a community and church around the area of Libertad. The people there were so friendly, loving, and accepting of us and what we had to give and tell them. We just went to share of our time, talents, and share the love of Jesus to a very deserving people. Anyway, the trip went very well and we were all blessed. The main point of me telling you about it is this~ I saw so many things there. They live so differently than we do. For example, they can't flush their toilet paper, some places have holes in the ground for the toilets, no hand towels to dry your hands, and no hot water. All of these are things that I don't think twice about having. We use simple things like this everyday. The trip really taught me to be super thankful for every little thing I have. (No matter how small) Honestly, sometimes when I wash my hands and use a hand towel to this day, I still think of Belize and how blessed I really am. Sometimes I don't know why God chose to give me more than he did people in poor countries. It is something I will never understand. That trip last summer really opened my eyes up to how much we have, and how much we take for granted! It is truly a lesson i will never forget.
:)lgj
(pg. 180)
I can see. I can see well. I can see clear. I can see without the aid of contacts or glasses. I can see anything that I choose to see with no trouble at all. I am blessed with perfect sight! ---It is funny that even though all the things I just mentioned are true, I have been blind before. I have not been physically blind at any point. I guess you could say that I had the wool drawn over my eyes, and I was living in the dark. I will explain...
In America, we are so fortunate to have the things we have. Power at the touch of a button, water at the spray of a faucet, well made sewage systems, air conditioning, heat, fully equipped cars, etc., etc., etc.! I have been living like this all of my life. Never having to wonder about whether or not I was going to have a hot meal, or whether or not I had a place to sleep. Believe it or not, some people must live day to day worrying about simple things like this. The event that really opened up my eyes was a mission trip to Belize. Last year, my church took a group of teens and adults over to work with a community and church around the area of Libertad. The people there were so friendly, loving, and accepting of us and what we had to give and tell them. We just went to share of our time, talents, and share the love of Jesus to a very deserving people. Anyway, the trip went very well and we were all blessed. The main point of me telling you about it is this~ I saw so many things there. They live so differently than we do. For example, they can't flush their toilet paper, some places have holes in the ground for the toilets, no hand towels to dry your hands, and no hot water. All of these are things that I don't think twice about having. We use simple things like this everyday. The trip really taught me to be super thankful for every little thing I have. (No matter how small) Honestly, sometimes when I wash my hands and use a hand towel to this day, I still think of Belize and how blessed I really am. Sometimes I don't know why God chose to give me more than he did people in poor countries. It is something I will never understand. That trip last summer really opened my eyes up to how much we have, and how much we take for granted! It is truly a lesson i will never forget.
:)lgj
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